MHA Sickfics

007 🌈 A Sleepless Night🌈 (Eri & Aizawa)

NOT A SHIP‼️
Sick: Eri
Caretaker: Aizawa
A Sleepless Night
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It was a quiet and peaceful night at the Aizawa household. The clock struck 3 am when the sound of soft footsteps echoed through the hallways. Shota Aizawa, also known as Eraserhead, was jolted awake by the noise. Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he hurriedly got out of bed and followed the sound, his mind racing with concern.

As he reached the source of the noise, he found his young daughter, Eri, standing by her bedroom door, looking pale and distressed. Aizawa's heart skipped a beat as he noticed her trembling and the uneasy expression on her face. "Eri, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice filled with worry.

Eri's eyes welled up with tears as she tried to speak. "Daddy... I don't feel good," she managed to say, her voice weak and quivering.

Aizawa immediately scooped her up into his arms, cradling her gently. "It's okay, sweetheart. Daddy's here," he reassured her, his voice filled with a mix of tenderness and concern. "Let's get you to the bathroom."

As Aizawa carried Eri down the hallway, he felt her small body growing hotter against his chest. He knew she had a fever and felt a pang of helplessness wash over him. Despite being a hero and used to facing danger, seeing his child in pain was a different kind of battle altogether.

Reaching the bathroom, Aizawa sat Eri down on the floor and held her hair back as she leaned over the toilet bowl. Her tiny body convulsed as she emptied her stomach, tears streaming down her face. Aizawa's heart ached at the sight, but he stayed by her side, providing comfort and support.

Once Eri had finished, Aizawa gently wiped her mouth and helped her rinse with water. He then carefully lifted her up and carried her back to her room. He settled her on the bed, tucking her in with a soft blanket.

Sitting on the edge of Eri's bed, Aizawa placed a cool hand on her forehead, checking her temperature. He sighed deeply as he realized her fever had spiked, making her feel even more uncomfortable. "I'll be right back, Eri. I'm going to get you some medicine," he said softly.

Aizawa hurried to the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets to find the appropriate medicine for Eri's fever. Returning to her room, he administered the medicine and gently brushed a few loose strands of hair away from her face. "Just rest, sweetheart. Daddy's here," he whispered soothingly.

Throughout the night, Aizawa remained by Eri's side, monitoring her temperature and providing comfort. He fetched damp cloths to cool her forehead and offered her sips of water to keep her hydrated. His heart swelled with a mixture of love and concern as he watched his precious daughter fight through the sickness.

As the night turned to dawn, Eri's fever finally began to subside. Aizawa watched her breathing steady and her face relax into a peaceful sleep. It was in these quiet moments that he felt an overwhelming sense of love and protectiveness for his daughter, grateful for her resilience and strength.

With a tired but contented smile, Aizawa leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss on Eri's forehead. "You did great, Eri. Daddy's proud of you," he whispered before settling into a chair beside her bed, ready to keep watch until she woke.

In sickness and in health, Aizawa knew he would always be there for Eri, ready to comfort and care for her. No matter the hour, he would remain by her side, a steadfast presence in her life, offering love, support, and a shoulder to lean on.