All Might x Student!Reader (Boku no Hero Academia)

Chapter 36 - I Hate Colds

You groaned weakly and rolled over, pulling the blankets tighter around you. The sickness was relentless. Each time you woke up, it felt like the worst had passed, only for the exhaustion to pull you under again. You didn't even remember falling asleep this time, but the heaviness in your limbs told you you'd been out for hours.

As you slowly began to rouse yourself, you noticed your throat still burned, and your nose was completely blocked up. Breathing through your mouth felt like trying to inhale sandpaper, and you winced at the thought of having to endure this for another day.

Sitting up, you felt a slight buzzing in your ears, which reminded you of the odd event earlier. Your future self, standing in front of you. The last thing she said to you hung in the air like a forgotten dream, one that refused to fade.

We'll see about that. She had said.

You sighed heavily and dragged yourself to the edge of the bed, yawning widely and instantly regretting it as a sharp, stabbing pain shot through your throat. You clutched your neck, wincing.

"Ugh, I hate colds," you muttered to yourself, stumbling toward the door.

The house was quiet as you made your way down the hall, your sluggish movements reflecting how drained you felt. You thought about finding All Might, but realized it was the middle of the day. He was either at U.A. Academy or out doing hero work. "Great," you grumbled inwardly, knowing he was likely swamped with tasks far more important than dealing with your sick self.

Entering the kitchen, the bright light hit your eyes and you squinted, feeling even more disoriented. As your vision adjusted, you noticed a note on the dining table.

"I left you some food in the fridge. I hope it doesn't taste terrible."

You couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle. Even though you were feeling miserable, Toshinori's awkward thoughtfulness still managed to brighten your mood. You made your way to the fridge, pulled out the small silver pot he'd left, and placed it on the stove to warm up. Removing the lid, you found what seemed to be a simple porridge inside.

Once the porridge was heated, you sat at the table, hoping the food would make you feel better. However, the first bite made you grimace. It wasn't bad, but the amount of salt was overwhelming. Clearly, cooking wasn't Toshinori's strong suit. You adjusted the flavor as best as you could, trying to make it palatable.

When you finally finished, your stomach felt more settled, but your body still ached with every movement. You rinsed your dish and headed back toward your room. All you wanted to do was sleep again. At this rate, sleeping through the worst of your illness seemed like the best way to cope.

As you passed through the living room, you spotted the thermometer resting on a shelf. Grabbing it, you returned to your bed, checked your temperature—no fever this time, at least—and downed a large glass of cold water, though it only soothed your throat for a few brief seconds.

You reached for your temporary phone on the bedside table and quickly typed a message to All Might, asking if he could bring you some nasal drops and throat lozenges. You hoped he could squeeze in the time to help, even with his busy schedule.

After sending the message, you lay back against the pillows, closing your eyes. But it wasn't long before your phone buzzed with a call. You hesitated before answering, dreading how terrible you'd sound, but when you did, Toshinori's voice boomed through the speaker.

"(Y/N)! You sound awful! How are you feeling?"

You sighed softly, not wanting to strain your voice. "...I'm okay... just... my throat," you rasped, barely able to speak.