BNHA Gay Ships One-Shots! 《《BOOK 1》》

KiriBaku | Infected

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CT: character death
Suggested by; TessJacinto
~Stay Safe, Everyone!~
~Enjoy~
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Eijiro wakes up feeling horrible... he's thankful It's a Friday, knowing that tomorrow he'll be feeling worse.

He takes a while and ends up being late to his first class... of course it rose a bit of question but he brushed it off claiming he slept in through the alarm.

It was clear though, that there was more to the story.
His face said it all, he was slower with reactions... as soon as he reached his desk, he watched the entire class with his head down.
Denki tried to poke fun at him, to try and get him to open up again,
And Eijiro tried, he really tried... usually, a normal allergy or cold wouldn't hold him down this much.
But he feels heavy... really heavy...

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When school was over for the week, Eijiro was caught asleep on the common area couch. Tenya immediately spoke out on it.

"Kirishima! The common area couches are not for sleeping! If you are tired, you should head up to your dorm room and use your bed--! And besides that, we have been assigned homework to do--!"

"Yo, Iida... chill out for a second man," Hanta began, walking into the common area. He stops a good few feet away and pushes Tenya back too.

Unlike Eijiro,
Hanta has been paying attention to the news... like everyone else in the dorms.

Eijiro had been too caught up studying for failing classes... he's been too caught up with his family and his own self.
He doesn't know about the current crisis.

"He's clearly not feeling well... don't get too close to him..." he mumbled.
"Is he sick--?!"
"Shh-! Don't make everyone freak out-" Hanta sighed. "We're going in quarantine on Monday anyways...- we'll just let Aizawa know by then. But until then, we should ask him what he's feeling... just to be sure."

And cue Katsuki walking in.
He'd completely missed Eijiro laying on the couch and only noticed Tenya and Hanta standing behind the couches. He shot them a confused, annoyed glare.

"The fuck are you two standin' there, for-"
"Bakugo-- don't go around there, go out through here," Hanta began again, "don't get too close to--"

Katsuki looked down, finally noticing.
Eijiro, laying on his stomach, on the couch. He's sweating... he looks pale, and by his expression, he's clearly in pain.

His heart stopped, right then and there.

"You two, get the hell out." Katsuki began. "And fuckin' wash your hands if you touched him. Get the face masks out, if Aizawa already brought them in."

He waited until the two made their way out.
But he kneeled on the ground, in front of the couch, and let worry take over.

"Eijiro." He whispered.

He's fearless.

He grabs Eijiro's shoulder and shakes him lightly.
Eijiro awakens with a start. He's startled and disoriented.

He knows something's wrong as soon as he finds Katsuki's extremely worried face before his.

"K-..ats...?"
"You're sick..." he mumbled.
"I-... yeah, I don't... feel to good...-- I took medicine though, I should be--"