Mha one shots (I am taking requests)

Migraine shinso

I had been looking forward to this internship with Aizawa-sensei for months, eager to learn from one of the best pro heroes out there. But as I woke up that morning, I knew something was wrong. The familiar feeling of pressure in my head was back, and it was only a matter of time before the migraine set in.

I tried my best to push through the training session, not wanting to disappoint my mentor. But as the morning progressed, my headache grew worse, and my vision started to blur. I could barely keep up with Aizawa-sensei's instructions. I stumbled out of the training area and into the guest room where I had been staying.

The room was too bright, and my eyes were hurting so much that I couldn't see anything clearly. I collapsed on the bed, trying to fight off the pain that was now radiating through my head. But it was no use. The migraine had taken hold, and I was completely incapacitated.

I was sweating profusely, and my body was trembling with the effort of trying to endure the pain. My stomach was churning, and I felt like I was going to be sick any second. I clutched at my head, trying to hold on, but the pain was relentless. I couldn't think, couldn't speak, couldn't do anything but writhe in agony.

Suddenly, someone entered the room. I couldn't make out who it was because of the brightness, and my head was throbbing so much that it was difficult to focus. "Shinso, are you okay?" the person asked, and I recognized Aizawa-sensei's voice.

I tried to respond, but all that came out was a groan. I was too sick to even acknowledge him properly.

Aizawa-sensei approached the bed, and I felt his hand on my forehead. "You're burning up," he said, his voice softening. "You should have told me about your migraine. We could have rescheduled the training session."

I felt a pang of guilt at his words. He was right, of course. I should have been more honest with him. But I was too sick to think straight.

Aizawa-sensei left the room and came back with some painkillers, a glass of water, and a cold compress. He sat down on the bed beside me, and I could feel the cold compress being placed on my forehead. It was a relief, but the pain was still there, throbbing relentlessly.

As the painkillers began to take effect, my vision cleared a bit, and I could see Aizawa-sensei's face. He was looking at me with concern, and I felt ashamed for not being more honest with him.

"Thank you," I mumbled weakly, feeling grateful for his help.

Aizawa-sensei patted my shoulder. "Don't thank me. Just rest and take it easy. You need to recover.
I nodded, feeling exhausted and drained. It was a reminder that my quirk had its limitations, and I couldn't afford to ignore them. I needed to take care of myself, even if it meant admitting to my own weakness.

A/N kinda short but ehhhhh, I'm proud of even uploading any ideas for stories let me know and I hope you enjoy these stories