mha sick fics (angst)

⭐the first day of sickmas: mic x aizawa⭐

(1/5, some are requests some are not. Happy holidays! Merry Christmas if you celebrate :) this is the best little one shot I've ever written so please vote I love mic and aizawa sm, enjoy cover image courtesy of me)

Mic and Aizawa were all bundled up for Christmas. It had been one of the most relaxing weeks in their whole career. Crime was at a low as snow blanketed the streets and dampened all sound. Everything was quiet, just the way Aizawa liked it.

However, Aizawa woke up on Christmas morning with a massive stomachache. It was around 9am. Mic always woke up at seven to make breakfast, so he was absent from his space beside him in bed. Their cat, Gooey, was snuggled up next to him.

His stomach groaned and he wondered what was making it cramp up so much.

One of his cats got up and climbed on top of him.

"Okay, maybe not right now, Gooey." Aizawa said softly as he sat up. He was pale and tired, and just about to get out of bed to use the bathroom as Mic walked in the room.

"Breakfast is ready! Merry Christmas." Mic said, running up to Aizawa with his favorite coffee in his favorite mug.

Mic placed a kiss on his husband's forehead, immediately realizing he felt warm.

He pulled back, noticing Aizawa's pale face.

"You okay?" Mic asked.

"Yeah. I'm good. Thank you, Zashi." He said with a forced smile, carefully moving their cat (Gooey) to the side and setting down the mug of coffee without drinking any, "I'll be right out, let me just use the restroom." He said as he stood up, his stomach cramping exponentially and severe nausea setting in.

Mic let his eyebrows furrow as Aizawa shut himself in the bathroom.

He waited in the kitchen for 15 minutes, watching the food he'd made get cold. He could sense something was off and Shouta was not trying to tell him what it was.

After another five minutes Aizawa finally showed his pale face in the kitchen. The smell of the lovely breakfast made the man feel even more sick to his stomach.

He hadn't thrown up, but he could tell that he was sick in some way. He had a fever, he felt freezing, his whole body was shaking, and he felt sick to his stomach.

"Shou, are you okay?" Mic asked walking up to the man. They were wearing Christmas cat pajamas.

"I'm fine, just not too hungry right now I'm sorry. Let's do presents?" Aizawa suggested, changing the conversation away from food at all. He couldn't shake how much he actually felt like he might vomit.

Mic just looked at him with concern, "you look pale-"

"Presents! Let's go." Aizawa said, grabbing Mic's hand and dragging him to start with stockings.

Halfway through Mic opening his stocking, Aizawa had stopped watching all together, seemingly lost in thought. Mic eyed him nervously as he pulled something else out of the oversized sock.

He watched Aizawa swallow nervously, his Adam's apple bobbing dangerously as he pushed himself up.

"Sorry, my stomach feels really bad." Aizawa explained shortly, keeping his hand close to his paper-pale face, over his uneasy mouth, threatening to spill any minute.

"Shouta.." Mic said, getting up to follow him.

Aizawa shut himself in their bedroom's bathroom and leant over the toilet, gagging loudly.

Mic peeked into the bathroom, "oh, baby." He said, kneeling beside Aizawa and sweeping back his black curls as he gagged again.

"You should've just told me you felt sick.." Mic said as his husband leaned weakly over the toilet.