mha sick fics (angst)

tododeku flu

It was during English class that the illness really began to hit Izuku.

When he woke up this morning, he felt perfectly normal. Great even! But as the day went on his nose got stuffed up, his head pounded, his stomach turned, and he picked up a cough. Suddenly he wasn't doing so well.

Now it was English and he could barely focus on the quiz in front of him.

His stomach was slowly climbing up his throat as snot drained down and made the nauseating tickle in the back of his mouth every amount worse.

He couldn't finish this now. Not if he threw up all over the quiz before he wrote down his last few answers.

He raised his hand and Mic made his way across the classroom to the pale student, "what's up, Midoriya?"

"I feel sick." He said. He surely sounded sick. He looked sick. Everything about him was screaming "plagueful fever: Stay away! Stay away!"

"Okay, bud. Can you finish the quiz or do you need to go right now?" Mic asked, "I can set it aside for you later if it's bad."

Izuku glanced at his quiz before shaking his head, leaving him dizzy for a minute, "I need to leave now."

"Okay, bud. Let me write you a pass, come up front." Mic said, patting the boy on the back and quickly making his way up front to scribble down a permission note while Izuku packed his things.

He was getting more nauseous by the second.

His face was sunken and pale. Literally everyone in the classroom had picked up on the fact that he was deathly ill.

By the time he made it up to Mic's desk, he could barely move.

Now Mic? Mic had been teaching for upwards of ten years now. He knew Izuku's stiff stance all too well. The puke pose.

"Nope nope nope not here." He said quickly, watching as Izuku's Adam apple bobbed uneasily and he brought a hand over his mouth.

It was hard to move with his heavy backpack, but Mic managed to stick his desk trashcan under his students chin as he gagged into his mouth.

He was hurried outside so he could vomit without disrupting (or grossing out) the class.

Izuku hiccuped over the trashcan as Mic rushed him down to the nurse.

He threw up in the middle of the hall (into the trashcan) before they could get to the privacy of their intended destination.

It didn't take much for Izuku to feel relief. He wasn't hacking or gagging for long. One wave and he felt significantly better, but there was no question he was sick now.

He took a breath, "I feel better. I can make it on my own, thank you." He said to Mic, who was rubbing his back as he trembled holding the trashcan under his chin.

"No problem, buddy. Feel better soon, okay? Go straight to the nurse." Mic said, giving him one final pat on the back and handing him the pass.

Izuku nodded and went down to the nurse who quickly took his temperature and gave him a mint (which greatly helped settle any remaining unsureness in his stomach).

"Looks like the flu. Head up to your dorm, okay? Call here if you need anything and come straight down if you feel like you can't handle things on your own." Recovery Girl diagnosed, "let me give you some NyQuil. It'll help you fall asleep and rest. Get yourself something light to eat and make sure to drink plenty of water." She said calmly at the sniffly student.

Izuku nodded tiredly and took the packaged pills from her hand. He began the trudge towards the dorms to make himself some toast and lie in bed.

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