mha sick fics (angst)

dadzawa (major end of MHA spoilers)

Major spoilers of the end of MHA you have been warned I'm coping and I'm inspired by the 2 minutes I just spent on Tumblr after forgetting I had the app for like 5 weeks.
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FR spoilers I don't wanna ruin this for anime watchers like you deserve the peace of not knowing the ending and getting spoiled okok here we go.
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Izuku was in the teacher break room during his lunch break barely surviving.

He was 80% sure he had a fever and he felt like he was going to hurl all over the place. He couldn't even eat the lunch he'd packed for himself. The thought of trying to put anything in his mouth only made the queasiness worse.

This sucked. He didn't know what to do because he had to be there for his class. He couldn't just skip. He couldn't just go down to the nurse.

He let his head tip back onto the couch as his stomach let out an audible whine. He was exceedingly nauseous.

He groaned to match the indiscreet organ and wrapped his hands around his unhappy abdomen. Was he really going to throw up? Was he going to be late to class if he was?

He felt his stomach swell right up into his throat. His sinuses flared and his eyes shot open wide.

Was he even going to make it to the bathroom?

He jerked off of the couch and ran into the single bathroom in the room, gagging harshly over the toilet. He didn't even have time to pull the door shut before he was on his hands and knees in his black suit gagging uncontrollably.

Yep. He was going to be late for class.  8 years out of highschool and he was still confined to the same strict bell schedule as always.

He vomited.

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Mr. Aizawa was teaching his class of first years when a student from the next classroom over wandered in and peeked her head in the door.

It was the representative of Midoriya's class.

"What." Aizawa demanded flatly.

"Sorry to interupt. Have you seen Mr. Midoriya? He's not in class and some of the boys are saying they're going to leave if he doesn't come back." She asked nervously.

Aizawa's attitude shifted. Izuku had been teaching at the school for 8 years now, and before that he'd been a student himself. Aizawa knew Izuku was never late. Not without a good reason.

"Go back to class, I'll find him. Probably expect a substitute." He said flatly, hiding his concern as he made his way to the last place he saw his younger colleague: the teachers lounge.

He knew things were bad when he could hear retching from the ajar bathroom door as soon as he walked in.

Aizawa sighed as he heard another harsh gag and a slew of vomit hit the water. What choice did he have? He had to help.

Despite how much he did not want to catch whatever viral stomach bug Izuku had caught, his fatherly instincts took over and soon enough he was kneeling right next to the boy (who was technically a man, but it was still too soon for Aizawa to see him like that. He had already decided he'd reevaluate that opinion in a couple of years).

Izuku gagged again, drool dribbling over his mouth crudely.

Aizawa was rubbing his back and providing him comforting words as his stomach wrung itself out like a dirty dishrag. It was painful to watch. His student was clearly dripping in fever and he did not want to imagine what the sweat stains on his undershirt looked like.

Izuku coughed harshly over the toilet after heaving for a final time. He was shaking violently.

"I'm f-freezing." Izuku stuttered, grabbing a piece of toilet paper to wipe his mouth with as he stood up. His stomach finally felt settled.