mha sick fics (angst)

⭐cancer 2 (dadzawa, bkdk..?!)⭐

tumblr is convincing me that bkdk is real. Bc why is everyone making such good points...
8355 words (maybe my LONGEST one yet. Lowkey was planning on getting to 10k words, but we'll leave that for another day.)

Excuse any typos it's too long to edit now. Keep calling them out its hilarious. Once again I write the whole thing on my phone so sometimes Google keyboard just be doing crazy shit. Enjoy!!!

TW: uhh vomiting, uhh medical emergency stuff, uhh kissing muah muah cuteness, gay awkwardness, uhhhh uhhh yep! Good luck babes
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Everyone thought the surgery was a success. Everyone thought the cancer was gone, the doctors included.

Izuku was so excited to go back to his normal life. The process was so short, everyone thought he just got really sick or something. Everyone knew he was hospitalized, but he feigned appendicitis. Only Kacchan knew it was cancer.

The way he had found out was during the week prior to his surgery.

Katsuki was Izuku's dorm neighbor, and one night, he woke up to some racket next door. He practically broke into the dorm (with intention to yell "SHUT UP DEKU") only to find Izuku in the bathroom, vomiting blood.

Long story short, Bakugo had freaked out, Izuku took his medicine, and everything was fine again until the surgery. Izuku had to tell Bakugo what was going on though. He couldn't just throw up blood in front of his lifelong friend and then lie about it or not give an answer.

From that point out, Bakugo had watched Izuku very closely and carefully. He noticed that Aizawa was too, and like usual, Izuku was completely oblivious to all of it.

Or so they thought, because apparently, neither of them noticed things beginning to get bad again.

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Three weeks post op and Izuku had been feeling great.

Until now.

Now he was battling Kirishima and feeling woozy to say the least. He was dizzy and his stomach was twisting, but he didn't let it bother him. He just blamed it on the heat of the approaching summer and moved on. Humidity always made heat feel worse and sweat feel stickier, that was probably all this was.

But the feeling never faded, it just kept on building. And building.

A week later and Izuku felt too ill to get out of bed. He tried to get up to put his uniform on, maybe to throw up in the bathroom, but he collapsed to the ground the second he pulled himself out of his covers instead.

He was so devastatingly nauseous, he considered just puking on the floor so he didn't have to cause himself any more pain by moving around. His stomach was aching, stabbing, throbbing. His head was pounding. He was cold, but clammy. His entire body was covered in sweat and he was trembling like he'd been left out in the cold.

As best he could, he pulled himself to the bathroom and over the toilet.

He didn't want anyone to know how bad he was feeling. He knew what this probably meant.

The toilet phased out from in front of him as he saw a wash of memories from the hospital: the anesthesia, the nurses, the worried doctors, so many tests and scans and pokes and prods and he couldn't take it anymore.

He heaved and a familiar irony taste flooded his senses. Everything was red. He saw red, heard red, tasted red, smelled red, felt red. The liquid forcing itself through his mouth was thick and dark and mixed in with bile and bits of last night's dinner.

He needed to call someone. He needed to call Mr. Aizawa, or Kacchan.

He got up and began to hobble to his phone, but his legs gave away and he fell to the floor with a harsh thump as his vision faded out to black, the phone just a couple feet out of reach.