mha sick fics (angst)

functional neurological disorder (dadzawa)

(request) (git ready she's a whopping 7634 words...)

Izuku sat in class, note taking, as per usual. But today felt different. Aizawa's words seemed to waver in and out of his ears, nothing sticking long enough in his head to finish a full sentence of notes.

Mentally, he felt foggy. Zoning in and out uncontrollably. When he zoned back in, Aizawa was passing out a packet of papers.

He took it blindly, not hearing anything Aizawa said to him.

Aizawa stopped at his desk, "Midoriya." He said.

Izuku looked up, "hm?"

"Are you okay? Do you need to take a walk around for a minute?" Aizawa asked, visibly worried. Something was strange with the kid.

"Uh yeah, Im just a bit tired. I'll be back in a minute." Izuku said as he stood up, dizzy and slightly disoriented.

He left the classroom and took a loop through the hallways. He continued to feel worse and worse as he got closer to class. He felt so out of it. He turned around and went to the nurse.

Recovery Girl was out that day and her assistant was there instead.

She looked over, "hey kiddo, what's up?" She asked sweetly.

"I'm not sure." He said, "I just feel off." Anyone who knew Midoriya more than surface level would be able to tell something was very different than usual.

But she didn't know Midoriya.

"I'm gonna need a little more context." She said.

"I feel a little nauseous, but not? I feel like sorta dizzy and like-" he paused, swallowing harshly, feeling like there was a lump in his throat.

"Sounds like your blood sugar is low." She said, "I promise you'll be just fine."

Izuku took a deep breath and nodded as she handed him an apple juice and some crackers.

"Here, take these with you to class. You'll be feeling better in no time." She said kindly.

Izuku didn't know how to explain that this didn't feel like low blood sugar, so he took the snacks and left.

He walked back into Aizawa's class, feeling so different than usual. Aizawa could tell something was seriously up, but hoped the apple juice would fix whatever it was.

Izuku sat down and cracked the lid. But he never took a drink. He sat there, staring, his mind completely blank, for who knows how long before he finally drank some of the juice.

He zoned back in on a completely new section of notes. He felt like the apple juice was hard to swallow, like his tongue was forgetting the motions it needed to safely get the sweet liquid to his stomach.

After he finally managed to swallow and catch his breath after silently panicking for a minute, things began to feel really wierd.

His vision blurred and unfocused, he was seeing doubles of everything. It was unsettling. He felt nauseous. All the lights were really bright and suddenly the air freshener that was plugged into the wall that only seemed to do a little before, was the only thing he could smell.

His stomach felt in his throat.

He raised his hand, noticing his whole body felt rigid, and yet weak. Something was wrong.

"Midoriya?" Aizawa asked, calling on him.

"can you walk me to the nurse?" He asked shakily. He felt like he might pass out or throw up any minute.