One Night

Aftermath

Morning finally comes. After such a long night, Izuku couldn't really be blamed for sleeping in. But Katsuki disagreed with that. "Deku?" Silence. "Deku? Wake up already! You're gonna be late!" Izuku mumbles something under his breath, something that resembles "sleepy". Katsuki sighs in exasperation, face-palming at the green haired ball that remained curled up under the sheets. "Damn it Deku, fine!" Katsuki grabs his bag from his chair and makes for the door. "I'll tell Aizawa you're sick, so just stay here and don't get into any fucking trouble, get it?" Katsuki waits for a reply, but Izuku is still sleeping soundly. "Tch, idiot" but a small smile forms on his tight lips. He shakes it off, then closes the door, slamming it slightly less savagely than usual.

A couple of hours pass and eventually, an exhausted grumble came from Katsuki's bed. Izuku yawned, pushing himself up to a sitting position. "Ow, my head..." Izuku brings his hand up to his forehead, trying to somehow rub the pain out of it. He suddenly feels a distinctive, gut wrenching feeling and sprints to the toilet. (Every dorm has its own toilet. The showers however are shared, six for each floor.) Somehow he makes it just in time, aiming directly into the toilet. He feels as though his throat is on fire, but he can't stop himself from throwing away the contents of his stomach. After about ten minutes of horrible projectile vomiting, Izuku is able to sit up straight. He swiftly flushes the toilet and goes to the sink to wash his face and rinse his mouth with the water from the tap. It tastes awful, but still far more tolerable than the aroma of his own insides. "Wait... what...?" Izuku checks the toilet and then the sink. All the vomit had been washes down so why could he still smell it? He then glanced in the mirror and let out a small gasp. Poor Izuku had never experiences vomit through his nose, and he hoped to never experience it again. He grabbed a wad of toilet roll and got rid of it all, but still breathed through his mouth just to be safe. "Wow...I never thought that was even possible..." Izuku talks to himself frequently, he doesn't like the silence that hangs over him when he's alone.

Izuku reaches for his toothbrush in the cabinet above the sink, "Huh?" He is met by various different items than he is familiar with, as he looks at the toothbrush for confirmation, it definitely wasn't his. Izuku's was very distinctive, it was an All Might brand toothbrush. Unlike this one which was plain red, and the bristles looked as though they had been brushed through wire. Izuku stepped back, and took a good look at the bathroom, and then turned his head back to the bedroom. "What the...where...why am I in someone else's dorm? Whose is this...?" He glared at the bare walls, the single chair at its desk, the plain white and blue bed sheets...whoever's it was, they were pretty simplistic. They had the bare minimal of what they needed. Izuku thought hard for a moment, scanning the room over and over again as he made his way over to the chair and sat down on it slowly. He sighed heavily, a frown sitting carefully between his eyebrows.

He swivelled round in the chair and caught sight of the drawers that were built into the desk, opening the top drawer to reveal small bundles of material Izuku guessed must be a combination of socks and underwear. "Hmmm..." He closed it and went to the second drawer, which seemed to contain crumpled up shirts. He daintily picked up the navy coloured one between his thumb and his index finger, lifting the label up to see if there was any name inscribed on the underside. Izuku sighed, seeing the label completely blank, "Well, third time lucky I guess" with that he opened the third and final drawer. It was filled with jeans and sweat pants, Izuku groaned, shoving his back into the back of the chair, closing his eyes in frustration. He then sat forward, leaning towards the drawer to shut it just like he did the other two, when he spotted something in the near right corner of it. "Hm?" Izuku raised his eyebrows curiously as he picked up what seemed to be a bottle filled with some sort of liquid. He read the name, "Hmm" not recognising it, he read the description. His eyes widened as did his mouth in shock and disbelief. "WHAT??! WHAT THE HELL!!?" Izuku immediately shoved the bottle back in its place and slammed the drawer shut at break neck speed.