mha sick fics (angst)

literally dadzawa (dadzawa)

(literally just adoption AU where Izuku wakes up sick or somthin)

"Dad?" Izuku said, standing in his parent's dark room, tugging on the fabric of his pajamas to wake Aizawa up.

Aizawa groaned and rolled over, glancing at the clock.

3:07am

He had just climbed into bed after a late night patrol, and now he was being prevented from his blissful rest. But all that irritation melted away when he saw his kid standing at his bedside, looking nervous and... Sweaty?

"Izuku, whats wrong? It's three in the morning." He said groggily, trying to keep the sleep from completely leaving his eyes.

But it was too late. He was completely awake.

"My stomach feels really funny." Izuku said nervously and suddenly Aizawa was very very aware that his bedroom floor was carpeted.

"Okay, do you feel like you're going to throw up?" Aizawa asked, swinging his legs out of bed to lead Izuku out of the bedroom and towards his bathroom, if not to comfort his son to save his carpet.

"I don't know." He said, his voice shaking, "it feels all tickly in my throat." He said, swallowing thickly afterwards, "what does it feel like to need to vomit?" He asked nervously, feeling a strange and extremely uncomfortable sensation in his whining stomach and right in the back of his mouth. He hadn't been sick since he was a little kid, and he didn't remember what it felt like at all.

Aizawa was about to answer, but Izuku let out an awkward choking noise that the father somehow figured out was a gag.

"Okay okay bathroom bathroom. Over the toilet." Aizawa said, almost pushing Izuku along as he cupped a hand below his mouth and they jogged to the closest drain.

"I don't feel good." He whimpered, his voice panicked and high pitched as he knelt in front of the toilet, breathing heavily.

"I know bud, it'll feel better once you get it out." Aizawa said, watching as Izuku leaned forward and gagged again and decided to scoop back his curly green bangs and sweep away the hair that tended to curl in front of his face.

Then Izuku felt his stomach tense strangely and suddenly he was vomiting.

And then again. It was violent, the way his stomach wrung itself out and forced everything up.

And then it was over and he was gasping for breath.

He didn't realize all his senses had whitened out until suddenly he could hear his dad comforting him again and feel him rubbing his sweaty back.

"You're okay, you're okay. Does your stomach feel better?" Aizawa asked softly.

"Kinda." Izuku said tiredly, his whole body was shaking.

Aizawa leaned over his shoulder and flushed the toilet, taking a folded square of toilet paper and carefully wiping his son's mouth. The poor boy looked exhausted and extremely unwell.

"Do you know anyone who's been sick lately?" Aizawa questioned carefully.

Izuku shook his head slowly, growing pale again, moving forward a little to hold onto the rim of the toilet again.

"Do you still feel sick?" Aizawa asked, moving back to rub his back.

Izuku sat up over the toilet and belched in response, his bloated stomach shrinking significantly afterwards. But there was still drool pooling in his mouth and he gagged again.

"Okay, that's okay. Let it come up." Aizawa said, moving the boy's hair out of the way once again.

Then he heaved again, vomit spilling over his lips and out of his mouth. He gasped and scoffed afterwards, shutting his eyes tight at the gross taste and burn it left in his flared nostrils. It only made him gag helplessly again.