mha sick fics (angst)

bakudeku but not a toxic relationship

His spiral of panic was interupted. Bakugo knew it was gonna happen before Izuku did. While rubbing his back he could feel the boy's body tensing and preparing, shaking and sweating. He felt Izuku's body react before he himself realized that he was throwing up.

He vomited again, brown watery, sour liquid forced itself up his throat and out his mouth and he recalled how he would rather have diarrhea for a week than throw up once. Tears were streaming down his face and his skin was shiny with sweat from a newly raging fever.

He heard Bakugo trying to get his attention. He didn't know how long he hadn't been responding. Oh god he hated being sick.

"Izuku!" Bakugo said, raising his voice, "dude you keep zoning out. No one is mad at you for being sick. I'm not mad at you for being sick. You're- shit are you gonna throw up again?" He asked.

Izuku just nodded as he pulled himself over the toilet again. He hated this. He hated feeling like this. His stomach felt so full and it hurt to breath. He couldn't seem to gag. He just sat there, overwhelmingly nauseous.

He felt Bakugo shift behind him and rub his stomach. He heard it growl and groan.

"You are super bloated." Bakugo said. Izuku couldn't physically reply, if he opened his mouth he might throw up. He opted for nodding.

Izuku opened his mouth and let out a gurgling burp. Katsuki could hear the vomit trying to rise in the back of his throat. He could hear him fighting it.

"Dude you can't stop yourself from throwing up. You need to let it happen." He said sternly. Izuku burped again and Bakugo cringed. He saw liquid dripping from his mouth.

He could feel Izuku's stomach tense as he gagged again. Bakugo watched as he coughed up a bit of whatever was bothering his stomach. But it was nowhere near what he clearly needed to discard.

He was sobbing. His breathing was off. Izuku was not doing well.

"You need to breath." He said, rubbing his tummy, "zuku you have to breathe."

Izuku was taking gasping breaths. But the second he seemed to have a handle on himself he gagged, and then vomited.

Bakugo scooted back slightly as the boy heaved. He could tell he needed space. He was most definitely, very sick.

"Izuku?" He asked once he was finished, "I'm gonna go get Mr. Aizawa."

Izuku flushed the toilet and slumped over, leaning against the wall of the stall, "mkay." He slurred. He didn't look healthy.

"I'll be right back." Bakugo said as he pushed his way out of the stall. He ran all the way to the teachers lounge and called for Aizawa.

"He's-" he said, gasping for breath, "he's sick I don't know what's wrong but it's serious."

"Who's sick? What do you mean serious?" Aizawa asked as he got up and followed Bakugo to where Izuku was.

"Izuku. He threw up like 4 times, but he hates being sick, and I mean like, hates it. and he had a bad panic attack and he just seemed overly tired. I don't think he's breathing right." He said in a rush.

Aizawa nodded and pushed into the bathroom to find Izuku, still in the same place, leaning against the wall of the stall, his eyes barely open.