mha sick fics (angst)

📖bring him home (vigilante Izuku + dadzawa)

(fubble / fublle / I forgot how to spell your username this one's for you, pretty sure you're the one who requested/inspired Jetstream too so kudos to you ur just coming up w all my MHA story ideas lately, heres the first chapter and boy have i got plans) (also it's not ur exact request, but don't worry we will get there)

Izuku braced himself against a brick wall of some building's alleyway, his head pounding and his stomach twisting and turning. It was dark all around him except for a distant streetlight around the corner. A damp dumpster smell leaked out from farther in the alley. He was undoubtedly going to throw up.

It'd been a long night. He'd beaten up and apprehended several muggers and burgalers, all feeling like he was going to throw up or pass out the entire time, but he had to push through.

He didn't have a quirk, he had to prove himself to the world. To prove he wasn't just a worthless nobody without a quirk. To prove he could still make a difference. To feel some of the pain he knew he deserved. To let off steam after a full school day of being shoved into lockers.

After middle school ended and his world moved on to highschool, Izuku had been pushed into the most average highschool in the city. It wasn't too bad, but it wasn't great either. He made good grades, he delt with the new (and old) bullies, and he did his best. He trudged through each day as much as he had to to get to the night, where he could really make a difference and let off some steam on people who really deserved it. Vigilante work was the only way he felt like he could release all his negative feelings and turn it into something good, into saving people and keeping others safe the way absolutely no one did for him.

Every afternoon after school he came home, did his homework, ate dinner, and then went to bed. Or that's what his mom thought. He would close his door, make the pillow lump underneath his sheets in case his mom peeked in to check on him, and then pulled on the makeshift outfit he made and hopped out his window into the night. So far it was working great, she'd never said anything and he'd had this vigilante gimmick going on since the beginning of his first year of highschool. A whole semester now!

The uniform he made consisted of a black T-shirt (that he'd written "badass" on with a silver sharpie), black sweatpants, his signature red sneakers, and a black surgical mask because it was all he had on hand to hide his identity. He also slipped on a beanie because his unruly green hair was fairly recognizable. His bangs stuck out the front though, helping create a look for himself. Additionally, he wore black gloves so he never left prints on any scene and law enforcement couldn't trace him back to his illegal heroics. The gloves ended right at his wrists. He wished they were fingerless, but that would defeat the point.

Now, he was gasping, leaning over with one forearm against a rough wall. He was just waiting for his stomach to jump out of his mouth and then he could continue with his night, maybe even call in sick to school tomorrow, it would be fine. He just wanted it to be over already. Being nauseous was an absolute nightmare.

He was almost at the gagging point when the sudden woosh of someone from above and the thump of a pair of shoes landing against alleyway concrete interrupted him.

He whipped around, feeling his stomach contents physically slosh inside of him, and found a man with long black hair and a scarf standing farther into the alleyway. Of course Izuku recognized him immediately. This was Eraserhead, the hero with a quirk that erased other people's as long as he was looking at them. He also taught at his dream highschool, UA hero academy. He would kill to go there (not really. Well, maybe if it was a bad guy... Actually, no. Definitely not. Izuku never wanted to kill anyone).

Izuku hurriedly pulled his mask back up, still breathing out of his mouth and launching his hot breath back at his face, "look- I didn't mean to loiter." He said slowly, doing everything he could to keep his stomach in his mouth. Between every sentence he kept his lips sealed as tight as humanely possible.