What is there to lose? -Doukaza in MHA

Sick

I have no clue what I'm doing

I lazy

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Akaza- 1st person

"You're a fucking idiot" I grumble, wiping the bathroom's white tiled floor a little too hard. Douma sighed from where he sat in the bathtub. This DUMBASS- got sick. I think it's called a fever, not 100% sure, I will have to do research later. From what I've seen so far the symptoms aren't the worst. The only thing really bad is Douma's weakness in his body heating up, which is one of the symptoms. 

With that in mind for Douma to not be drowning in the misery of pain, has to be cooled by whatever I could come up with in 5 minutes it started to be painful. Which ended up being an ice water bath.

But of course, Douma had to throw up before that. Of course...

I stood up and walked out the door, down the hallway, and to the washroom. Throwing the towels in the washing machine with whatever dirty clothing I could find around the apartment. Throwing in some soap pods or whatever you call them these days before starting it. (how uncultured they are-) It annoyed me with its weird starting-up noise before I left.

The hallway was quiet and everything felt a little bit creepier without Douma to brighten the room with his fake emotions. It almost felt wrong. It was like that one time Biwa Lady had gotten wisteria poisoning. The infinity castle was so silent and nothing ever moved. It almost felt empty without the distant sound of moving walls. Much like now.

"Douma?" I ask, entering the bathroom. The bathtub was... empty? There was no Douma sitting in the bath. I blinked, before rushing up to the tub. The top layer of the water was frozen over with a sheet of thick ice. Where was Douma?

Under the ice maybe? I mean there's no water on the floor and there was nothing in the hallway so Douma should be still in the bath.

I break the ice with my bare fist before grabbing a smiling, frost-covered Douma. Douma's face was flushed with a light color of pink and he was completely soaked with water.

"Hello, Hon-"

"WHY THE FUCK WERE YOU TRYING TO DROWN YOURSELF YOU STUPID DUMBASS" I yelled, gripping his shoulder and shaking him. 

"I- W-W-w-" Douma tries to explain through his violent shaking. My anger dies down and I let go of him causing him to splash back against the edge of the bathtub. Douma rubs his head, "I was trying to cool myself... then I realized that I could control some of the water molecules! Isn't that cool!?" I blink. He has ice manipulation... how?

"That's still not a reason to almost drown yourself," I say crossing my arms like a mom scolding her child. Douma looks at me, beautiful glowing eyes sparkling. 

"Awwww you do care!" Douma yells flinging his wet arms around my neck and pulling me close. His face was tucked into my shoulder and my white shirt became damp with cold water. COLD!

"L-Let go! your soaked!" I yelled pushing Douma's arms off me. "Fucking hell, ugh," I flick the water on my arms at Douma. Douma flinches away from the water, smiling. His hair stuck to his bare chest and his cheeks were all flushed... it was quite cute. I felt all the anxiety melt away from my mind as I stared at his smile. I felt myself blush. 

"I'm going to go out to buy you medicine, stay here," I say calmly, unlike my thoughts. Douma's warm smile fades into a pouty frown.

"I don't want you to leave tho..." He wines, leaning against the tub. My thoughts immediately went haywire with the expression on Douma's face. 

Who knew Douma being sick would make him more clingy than he already was? 

"You will live" I grumble, walking into the bedroom to change. Why was Douma so good at making me feel embarrassed!? With his smiles, and colorful eyes. Hell, I think I might get sick. 

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Akaza- 1st person 

I walked down the street, blankly staring at the tall buildings. An earbud sat in my right ear. The song Fireflies quietly played from Douma's Spotify playlist he made for me.

My blue fingertips tapped against my leg, changing to the rhythm of each song that played. Most people don't realize how much music is a blessing, back in my universe music was only heard by the rich and beautiful. Two categories I really don't qualify in.

There was suddenly the sound of loud fighting and yelling from a short distance away. My enhance hearing focused on the noise, there were two people fighting. A feeling of dread filled my stomach as a loud crash noise spread through the streets. A woman next to me started crying in fear and a couple of other adults started running away. The fighting sounds intensified and then the street was sprayed with flying rubble. A nearby building had exploded and people were getting barraged by the falling debris. On instinct, I grab the crying woman and jump for cover in a nearby building. It was a small music store, with records, guitars, and music sheets lying on nearby shelves. 

Outside the window, there was a guy on the ground and another guy standing right next to him. The guy on the ground was wearing some dumb blue jacket and black jumpsuit. Very basic navy blue hair and he was covered in burn wounds. The guy standing next to him was a hero. Not anyone recognizable to me but I could remember he was a hero. The guy with the flame quirk, and shit that guy was fucking tall.

I just stupidly stared at the scene in front of me. The woman next to me who was crying was now perfectly calm. 

What is today?

"Thank God the number 2 hero is here." She says brushing off her dress, she looks around before landing on me.

"What do you want, Brat?" She asks, glaring at me. Honestly, I didn't know what to say. The words just dry in my mouth as she glared at me. What the fuck, anger flashed over me but I decided that it just wasn't worth it. 

I turn away from her and back toward the fight. The villain had some sort of smoke quirk and he was creating smoke weapons and stuff, it was quite cool. The fire dude continued to throw his fire at the guy, which honestly, wasn't doing much. This wasn't going to end well, I could already tell. Through the window, I could see other people hurt or just scared and don't know what to do on the streets. I roll my eyes, people are so useless these days. 

sigh

I should probably help them... I look around the shop, at the back counter was a teen around my body's age. Purple hair and some sort of mutant quirk, which wouldn't be the most useful right now but whatever.

"Hey, you!" I point to them, they look up at me, fear in their expression. "Do you know how to use bandages?" I ask pulling my backpack off my back and taking out the small medkit that I always carry around. I have it for Douma when he does something stupid. Since the weather is changing to a more warmer climate he is more prone to injury.  The girl nods, standing from where she was on the ground. 

"Good, take this, I'm going to go get the injured civilians and bring them here." I look out the window to where they were fighting, another hero had joined the fight. However, they weren't making much progress. I drop the medkit on the ground and sling my backpack around my shoulders. 

This is going to be really stupid. 

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Sorry for not posting I've been lazy. I know this wasn't really good as most chapters. 

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