mha sick fics (angst)

gags (dadzawa)

Shortie bc my dog just coughed and then I got like super fucking nauseous, my wifi is out, and it's 1am so this is inspired by that
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Izuku Midoriya had a weak stomach, but he didn't tell people that.

The simplest things made him nauseous enough to throw up. Be it certain tastes or textures of foods, certain sounds or sights.

A few examples that never failed to make him vomit were: other people vomiting, particularly gross vomit threatening burps, other people gagging, super gory scenes with a lot of blood, the smell of rotten eggs, the texture of applesauce, being in any moving vehichle for too long, and the heavy pulp orange juice.

And today, Kirishima and Denki were in the back of the class having a burping contest.

Izuku was doing his very very best to focus on his worksheet and not the disgusting sounds emitted from behind him.

Denki managed to produce a particularly gross belch and Izuku felt his stomach seize control of his esophagus. He was, very suddenly, intensely nauseous.

He did not hesitate to plug his ears. He could feel his lunch in the back of his throat.

He tried to use the blood rushing through his ears to his advantage to block out the sound that still got through.

He heard Kirishima manage one even grosser and felt his own stomach act to match.

Immediately he moved a hand over his mouth and got up from his seat. He hurriedly walked to the door, grabbed the classroom trashcan, and walked out holding it under his mouth. The routine appeared calm by observers.

Izuku heaved the moment he was outside.

Mr. Aizawa heard the commotion and came rushing out, "Midoriya? Are you sick?"

He could hear the two burping inside still, laughing as they gulped in air and expelled it again.

Izuku gagged again, his eyes shooting wide and teary as he did. He was dripping in sweat. When did he get so sweaty? Christ.

"Relax, kiddo." Aizawa said as Izuku stood there with the trashcan under his mouth and gagged, "here, sit down. Let's sit down."

Izuku was standing so stiffly, Aizawa could tell there was no use getting him to the bathroom. (He could not have been more wrong). Sitting in the hallway throwing up into a trashcan with his teacher at his side was deeply embarrassing.

Worst was he could still hear the gag triggering noises echoed out of the door, making him far too nauseous to be able to say anything to change the fact that he felt sick.

All he could do was gag and heave over and over again helplessly into the trashcan.

"Not-" he gasped, "sick."

Aizawa looked confused, "you're clearly sick."

"No-" he gagged, dry heaving over the trash can, "need them-" he gagged again, "stop-" he heaved, losing the rest of his lunch and maybe some of his breakfast. He felt better for half a second until he heard the sound again and his stomach was in his throat all over again.

He pulled himself back up to standing and began to walk down the hall, doing everything he could to get as far away as possible while he still could. His entire body was trembling.

His teacher followed him, helping him towards the bathroom.

Izuku gulped, "my gag reflex is really sensitive." He said, "I throw up really easy. Their burping made me-" he gagged.

"Oh you've got that thing where you throw up when you see other people throw up." Aizawa guessed, "but worse?"

"Yes." Izuku said, breathing a sigh of relief.

Aizawa ran back, shouted "stop that!" into his classroom, then shut the door. The sounds didn't reach Izuku so far down the hallway now.

"Thank you."

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Yep super duper short oh well 🧘