BNHA Littlespace Stories

💜ShinKami⚡

A sick little Kami (TW: emetophobia)

Shinsou was currently awake and worried as he held a sweltering hot blond at his side in bed. His little was running quite the fever and was tossing and turning, occasionally groaning in pain.

The caregiver noticed Kaminari acting strange just before lunch. Fussing around and batting hands that tried to touch him. You can guess Kaminari had a few timeouts before Shinsou realized something was wrong. Feeling the blond's forehead finding him burning up. It explained why he was fussy while getting dressed that morning, and all he wanted to do was strip to his pullups.

Kaminari rolled over once again and groaned into Shinsou's neck. "It hurtsss, make it stop..."

Shinsou could only respond with a kiss to his little's forehead, checking his temperature to find him still just as hot as before. Murmuring, "I know baby. I wish I could do more but it'll be over soon I promise."

Shinsou had done everything he could for Kaminari. After panicking and calling his foster parents (aka dadzawa and papamic) he was given instructions to help nurse a sick little boy back to health. Bottles of water, medicine, and leftover chicken noodle soup sat on the bedside table. There was also most likely a damp cloth somewhere on the floor when Kaminari moved and it slipped off his forehead.

The sick little in his thoughts suddenly whimpered, clutching his stomach. "I haf t-" Kaminari hastily rolled out of the bed and fell to the floor. Shinsou got up in alarm watching as Kaminari couldn't hold it in anymore and barfed his guts up.

Shinsou was going to scramble for a bucket when he realized it wasn't worth it. The damage was done. He'd just let Kaminari finish and he'd clean up later. So instead he also slumped to the (clean part) floor and rubbed Kaminari's back. "That's it, baby boy. Let it all out."

Kaminari cried as he dry-heaved for a solid minute before falling backwards into Shinsou's arms again. "I'm so sorry." He sobbed, puke-covered hands pressing into his face.

"Shhh... Baby, it's okay. You didn't do anything wrong. Shhh..." Shinsou used one hand to hold his shuddering body in place while he brushed through his longish blond locks. Calming Kaminari down to occasional sniffles.

"Do you feel a little better?" Shinsou asked once Kaminari slowly quieted.

He felt his little nod, hands falling into his lap. "...now I'm all icky..."

He was right, his oversized t-shirt (originally Shinsou's) was covered in puke and was rubbing off on his caregiver's own pyjamas. Kaminari was practically in the puddle of puke beside them and Shinsou decided it was a good time for a bath.

"Come on, little one. Up we go." Shinsou got up, taking Kaminari with him. Like a koala, Kaminari clung to the purple-haired caregiver and snuggled his face into his neck for comfort. Shinsou didn't mind one bit.

He carried him all the way to the bathroom and set him down on the toilet seat (once the lid was put down). He watched Kaminaris face contort into something of discomfort. "Did you pee?"

Kaminari's flushed face looked down at his saggy pull-up. "Yea...I'm-"

"It's okay that's why we put one on you just in case, I'll just take it off you once I get the bath ready." Shinsou cut in. "Okay, sweetheart?"

The blond nodded and sniffed, about to use his puke-covered hand to rub his eye.

"Hang on there." Shinsou stopped Kaminari's hand from touching his face. He grabbed a rag from under the bathroom sink and wet it down before scrubbing Kaminari's hands with it, using a clean spot to use on his teary face as well. Lastly, Shinsou cleaned his own neck from when Kaminari shoved his puke-covered face against it.