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nausea

cw : description of throwing up in the first part, and also explanation of a nasty injury in the fifth

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

"feeling nauseous?"

"not yet," beni replied around a mouthful of an apple, chewing on it slowly with aizawa sitting next to her on a coffee table in the staff room.

the girl hugged the bucket in her lap tighter after the first swallow, and immediately, there was a rising bile in her throat.

she shoved a hand over her mouth.

"try to keep it down, yeah?"

"no shit,"

with an unimpressed look thrown her way by her teacher, she continued to take deep breaths, trying to quell the horrible taste from climbing further up her throat.

however, it was all for nought.

been doubled over, hurling all of the contents of her stomach out into the bucket, making retched noises.

to be fair, there wasn't much to thrown up anyway - just a few bites of half-digested apple slices and stomach acid.

she heard a sigh before aizawa took the bucket off her and headed towards the staff bathroom.

beni had half the mind to cry.

a few moments later, when the door opened once again, it wasn't who she was expecting.

"ikeya?"

"shinsou!"

beni threw herself up off the couch, ignoring the swoop in her fragile stomach before smiling at the purple haired boy.

"what ya doing here?" she asked, popping a wad of gum in her mouth.

"well, aizawa was supposed to be training be around about now, but i couldn't find him, so i came here,"

"good idea,"

the pair jumped, turning towards the man in question who had re-entered the room.

"ikeya, you good to stop this for now?" he asked, turning to her with a concerned glint in his golden eyes.

"yep! if it means getting my favourite student into my class faster!" and with that she punched shinsou in the shoulder, taking pleasure in his mocking complaints.

the pair walked out, leaving beni alone in the room once again.

she rubbed at her eyes and sighed like a middle aged man before widening her eyes and running to the bathroom, already feeling a second wave of nausea.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

it was another night of doom scrolling through the cesspit that was twitter when a notification popped up, making her physically jump.

she skimmed it quickly before sighing and hauling herself out of bed, ignoring the cracks in her bones in protest.

walking downstairs, she saw the four others already by the door in their sleep wear, looking just as frazzled as she did.

uraraka, tsu, kirishima and midoriya all turned to her, holding their phones in their hands and looking at her expectantly.

"you got it too?"

it was too late to reply with a snarky remark, so she just simply hummed in response to kirishima.

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"huh?! they're keeping this eri girl in their stronghold?!"

"and by stronghold, you mean...,"