Fatherly Affection (DADZAWA)

SEAT #13

SEAT #13: Hanta Sero

Shota really had wondered how it was even possible that not one of his students had gotten sick that school year. I mean, come on, his entire class had nearly perfect attendance, and it was either that the kids had zero life, or the fact that they were all just unnaturally healthy.

But when finally, finally, one of his students got sick, the man realized that no, he didn't want any of his kids to get sick literally ever because it was miserable to watch.

See exhibit A: Hanta Sero.

It was a rainy monday afternoon, but no matter what the weather, the students of class 1-A needed to be prepared to fight -- whatever the situation. And that was why the kids were out at Ground Beta, huddled inside a building for stealth training while the sky opened up above them. Shota was seated calmly at the front door of the giant mock-shopping mall that they were in -- on alert in case anything went wrong.

Shota forgot to knock on wood.

On the other side of the mall, Sero was walking around with Kaminari and Kirishima. His head was pounding. It had been since like...4 something that morning. He had taken like...5 ibuprofen? And it had only shown up in his toilet no less than ten minutes later every time he swallowed another pill. He had taken his temperature -- of course his mom had packed a thermometer for him at the dorms -- and found that yes, he was running a fever of 101.8 degrees, but he had a test that day in Hero History that he really, really couldn't miss so he decided to swallow another round of painkillers and fever medicine and prayed he would make it through the day.

He knew he probably looked like he had crawled out of a dumpster where he had been living with three rats as roommates for sixteen years. Kaminari, Kirishima, Mina, Jiro, and even Bakugou had commented on his pale face and hollow eye sockets, but he brushed it off saying he hadn't gotten a lot of sleep -- which was true, but not for the reason they were thinking of -- and would get to bed early that night. He figured if he could hold out just a few more hours until the test was over, he would be fine.

Of course, such was not the case. It never is in class 1-A.

He was swinging from a pole, setting up a perimeter while Kaminari and Kirishima scouted out any other teams in their near vicinity -- mainly Bakugou, Deku, and Todoroki, because apparently putting those three on a team was supposed to be fair. As he launched himself, his vision blurred slightly, and his nausea increased tenfold. He gagged, but forced it down into the back of his throat. Later. However, his body didn't care much for his answer, and he felt his mind begin to fuzz over as his fever increased. He made a note to tighten the tape he was swinging from -- the ground was dangerously close after all -- and flexed his elbow. Normally, the action would have caused the tape to harden and he would just swing as though on a vine. But no, in Sero's increasingly delirious state, he had actually released the tape faster, and he only had time to cry out in terror before he crashed into the ground.

Thank God that his body had the natural instincts to harden his tape for him and stop him so that the most he got from the floor was a bruised elbow, but his stomach was churning even worse than before.

"Sero? Dude, are you okay?" That was Kirishima. He pushed himself up, detaching himself from his tape and nodding shakily.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just--" He threw up a bit in his mouth, but shoved it back down, "overshot there for a minute. I'm good."

Liar, liar, pants on fire.

As soon as Sero had stopped talking, he retched forward, rolling onto his hands and knees as he lost his already small breakfast all over the pristine white marble.