mha sick fics (angst)

the fifth day of sickmas: a very pots christmas

(idk he needs more fuckin salt)
(ochaco + deku bc I love a good cannon ship and the last time I wrote them it was SO CUTE sooooooo we're doing it again)

"Oh, God." Izuku mumbled, watching his vision spin and everything turn to black. Then crumpling to the floor.

Izuku and Ochaco had been dating for upwards of a year now, and Izuku was diagnosed with POTS, and usually it wasn't too bad, he got on. At least, he didn't show her how bad it was.

Today was a flareup. It was the last day of school before Christmas break and Izuku wasn't feeling well at all. He was extremely dizzy, nauseous, and exhausted. Ochaco kept pulling him to do different activities set up for each class, get hot chocolate, play the Christmas board games, watch the Christmas movie. She had so much energy, but Izuku just felt like throwing up.

The next time she tried to pull him up for an activity, he knew he would pass out if he stood.

"Hey, Izuku!! Look we should go do th-"

"Ochaco? Can I talk to you for a minute?" He asked weakly, she sat back down next to him at their desks.

"Of course, what's up?" Ochaco asked, her eyebrows creasing in worry as she realized how much she had neglected her boyfriend's feelings the past couple of hours, "oh no, is it a bad day?"

He just nodded silently. She took his hand and squeezed it tenderly, "I'm so sorry, I've been pulling you all over. I didn't see you were hurting I-" but she paused as she watched her boyfriend's eyes close and his body go limp in his seat. She quickly cought him and held him up until he regained consciousness, nearly passing out again the moment he woke up.

He groaned slightly, feeling his stomach twist. His whole vision was turning and he couldn't find anything stable except for the arms of his girlfriend beside him.

"I need to go sit by the toilet." He admitted, feeling his stomach churning inside him like a washing machine. The cookies he had eaten weren't sitting well in his unsteady body.

"Why don't we go to the nurse?" She asked genuinely.

"Because that's a lame way to spend the last day of school." He whined, more annoyingly than he meant. He really wasn't feeling well. He just wanted to lay down and sleep, it was apparent in his pale face and large eyebags.

"I mean, kinda. But if it'll make you feel better." She tried.

Izuku just shook his head, regretting it as his vision spun to the side and his stomach tried to crawl up his throat.

"I think I actually might throw up. I'm so dizzy." He admitted nervously, slowly bracing himself to stand, knowing if he did it wrong he would crumple to the floor. Ochaco helped him up, and he crumpled down anyways.

"Shit." She whispered, aiding him safely down as a few people turned to look. Izuku passing out wasn't abnormal, but it was still startling.

Aizawa rushed over, doing the routine pulse checking by placing two fingers behind the boy's ear, making sure he was okay.

"Is he in a flareup?" Aizawa asked Ochaco. She just nodded worriedly, "he was actually getting up to go sit in the bathroom because he's been so nauseous from how dizzy he's been. He couldn't like, look at me straight. I think it's pretty bad." She answered.

Izuku woke up and only felt worse. The lights were bright and he felt the need to shut his eyes tight all over again. Aizawa watched his adams apple bob uncomfortably and brought the classroom trashcan over.

Slowly, oh so very very slowly, Ochaco helped him sit up, sitting behind him and giving him something to lean back into, "I don't feel good." He mumbled, barely making eye contact with Mr. Aizawa, unable to find a steady spot in his vision to look. He felt like he was floating.

Izuku gagged suddenly and Ochaco helped move him over the trashcan. He sat there for a minute, then asked if he could go to the bathroom.

"Are you gonna throw up?" Aizawa asked. Izuku shrugged, the class finally starting to go back to their activities instead of staring at him.

"I don't know." He admitted. He knew he didn't usually throw up, but he really really felt like he might.

"Why don't we get you to the dorms, Ochaco you can go with him, just get some rest." Aizawa said, "I'll grab you a wheelchair from the nurse, okay?"

For once, Izuku didn't argue.

Ochaco helped him into the wheelchair and wheeled him to his dorm, letting him hold his backpack while she carried hers on her back. Halfway there, he left his head lull back onto her hand and she smiled.

"Thank you for dealing with me." He said softly as they rolled into the dorm building.

"Of course, Izu. I'm sorry I pulled you everywhere." She said.

"You know, now we can make out without anyone bothering us." Izuku said with a smile.

"I thought you felt sick?" She said incredulously, with a laugh.

"Well thinking about you makes me feel a bit better." He said with a smile, leaning his head back in the wheelchair to see her face as she pushed him into the elevator.

Once the doors closed she leaned down and kissed him.

He kissed back and tried to lean into the kiss, but then he went limp as he momentarily passed out. She caught his head as the elevator opened. With one hand she pushed the wheelchair out and then waited for him to wake up.

"Izuku, you there?" She asked as he began to come back. He blinked awake and nodded slowly, "mhmm."

"Okay, let's get you to the dorm so you can sleep for a bit, okay?" She asked with a smile.

"Only if you cuddle with me." He compromised.

"Okay, deal." She smiled, kissing him on the back of the head and then pushing him into his dorm, starting off the winter break with a good nap with lots more to come.

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Short !
Pulled this out of my booty !!

Whoops!
Merry Christmas Eve :')