mha sick fics (angst)

sick on duty (hawks no ship, ft Mirko)📖

📖: read Jetstream on my profile!! It expands on this story :)

( a continuation/prequel/expansion of that one platonic dabi and hawks one )

Hawks didn't get paid quite as much as he deserved to.

For as hard as he worked, the commission only provided him enough money each week to pay for his meals. Once a month he would skip eating a day so he could buy toilet paper and soap. He was provided an apartment, but that was about it. Sometimes he didn't even sleep there.

Today was one of those days. He woke up in his office sweating buckets with a horrible headache and incredibly nauseous stomach. From the moment he sat up, he was immediately gagging.

He ran out of his office to the closest bathroom and threw up over the sink, coughing harshly afterwards. Dread replaced the nausea in his stomach.

He couldn't not work, even though he was sick. The commission wouldnt pay him if he didn't work, but he needed food to get better.

Someone walked into the hallway bathroom.

"Drink too much last night?" The random employee asked casually, casting another glance at the disheveled hero at the sink.

"I don't drink." Hawks said irritably, his stomach gurgling and creating a new nauseous feeling. He burped over the sink, feeling beads of sweat trickling down his spine underneath his shirt.

"Oh, that's rough. Good luck." The guy said as Hawks pushed himself away from the sink and left.

He stumbled back to his office, trying to find the time while also trying to find a mint and deodorant. The smell of sick vomit was stuck to him and he was scared he was late for work. He could feel his wings trembling as he powered on his laptop and checked the time.

7:29, 7:30.

Suddenly his alarm was blaring. He quickly tapped it off and went to pull on his hero costume. He felt so weak, the weakest he'd felt since he was 5 years old, running from his abusive parents.

Another computer screen glowed to life with a scene for him to tend to as he pulled his shaky red wings through the holes in his costume.

He quickly memorized the address, tested his shaky wings, and then went to the ledge of his office balcony and flew there, the sour taste of sick vomit still stuck in his mouth, leaving his breath far less than desirable.

He handled the scene. Then another. Then another.

Then he was face to face with a villain, black clouding his vision as he hovered just out of range, distracting him as Mirko charged in with a powerful kick. Together they managed to take him out in a few more hits.

He landed on the ground harshly afterwards as the police handled detaining the villain.

Mirko ran over to him, happy to see him again, but quickly realized something was horribly wrong.

It's like Hawks wasn't even there. He wandered past her, away from the scene. He didn't even seem to notice her following him. Then out of nowhere, he pulled himself into an ally and vomited.

"Oh shit. Hawks? Dude, did you get hurt?" She asked rubbing his back as he heaved again and again over his puddle of putridly sick smelling mess.

"You- you are sick." She said, pointing out the obvious. The scene was unsettling, she'd never seen Hawks looking so disheveled and unwell.

Hawks just groaned in response to her blatant comment, his whole body trembling, his knees threatening to give out as his breath hitched again.

He vomited harshly, coughing afterwards, feeling a buzz on his watch as his stomach finally settled a little. Mirko seemed to have gotten the same alert as she looked over at her friend.