MHA Sickfics

031!🌈AirPain🌈(ShinBaku)

Requested by: theacemhashipper
Idk if thats what you wanted, but i hope its alright! :)

Sick: Shinsou
Caretaker: Bakugo

Shinsou is in class 1-A in this chapter
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The hum of the airplane engines filled the cabin as Class 1-A settled into their seats for the flight home. It had been an exhausting but rewarding hero training course, and everyone was ready to relax and catch up on some much-needed rest. Among the students was Hitoshi Shinsou, who had been feeling off all day but chose to keep it to himself. He didn't want to worry anyone, especially not his boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugo, who was sitting beside him.

Bakugo glanced over at Shinsou, noticing the paleness of his skin and the way he seemed unusually quiet. "You good?" he asked, his voice softened slightly from its usual roughness.

Shinsou managed a weak smile, trying to reassure him. "Yeah, just a bit tired," he lied, his stomach churning uncomfortably.

Bakugo wasn't convinced but decided not to press further for now. He leaned back in his seat, arms crossed, keeping a watchful eye on Shinsou. As the flight progressed, Shinsou's condition worsened. He felt waves of nausea rolling through him, and it was becoming harder to hide.

Bakugo noticed the way Shinsou's breathing had become shallow and the sweat forming on his brow. "Oi, you sure you're alright?" he asked, concern creeping into his tone.

Shinsou shook his head slightly, not trusting himself to speak. He felt another wave of nausea hit, stronger this time, and he gagged, clapping a hand over his mouth.

"Shit," Bakugo muttered, quickly unbuckling his seatbelt. He helped Shinsou up, supporting him as they made their way down the narrow aisle toward the bathroom. The other students watched with worried expressions, but Bakugo's stern glare kept them from crowding.

"Hang on, we're almost there," Bakugo murmured, guiding Shinsou into the tiny airplane bathroom. He shut the door behind them, supporting Shinsou as he knelt over the toilet, retching.

Shinsou's body trembled with the force of his sickness, and Bakugo held him steady, rubbing soothing circles on his back. "Just let it out," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. "I'm right here."

After what felt like an eternity, Shinsou finally stopped, slumping against Bakugo, exhausted. "Sorry," he mumbled, his voice hoarse.

Bakugo shook his head. "Don't apologize, idiot. You should've told me you were feeling like this."

Shinsou gave a weak nod, leaning heavily against Bakugo. "Didn't want to worry you."

"Too late for that," Bakugo muttered, but there was no anger in his voice, only concern. He helped Shinsou clean up, then guided him back to their seats.

As they settled back in, Bakugo made sure Shinsou was comfortable, draping a blanket over him. "Try to get some rest," he said softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from Shinsou's forehead.

Shinsou nodded, already feeling a bit better just from Bakugo's presence. "Thanks, Katsuki," he whispered, closing his eyes.

Bakugo grunted in response, a small, rare smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Just don't scare me like that again," he said, resting his hand over Shinsou's, holding it firmly.

Shinsou drifted off to sleep, feeling safe and cared for, knowing that Bakugo would always be there to look out for him, no matter what.