When you finally calmed down, and tears stopped flowing from your eyes, you felt dizzy and that your head became strangely light. You gently moved away from All Might, even though you wanted to stay in his arms for even longer, and you started rubbing your temples. Only now you felt that your head was hurting you. It's probably because of crying, you thought.
All Might observed you closely, watching your every move. After a moment, his hand suddenly appeared on your forehead, wandering later to your cheek. You hissed slightly in pain - this was the place where that villain hit you. Toshinori took his hand away, afraid he was hurting you. You gave him a slight smile, wanting to let him know that everything was all right.
''I've noticed it before. (Y/N), I think you... have a fever." He said suddenly, putting his hand to your forehead again. Instinctively, you did the same. When you brushed his hand with your fingers, you felt you were blushing even more.
But he was right. You were burning up. You realized that this heat you felt when you got up, this lightness and spinning in your head was the result of a fever. You sighed quietly and walked slowly toward the sofa, sitting down after a moment. Wonderful, the last thing I need now. A cold, you said in your mind.
"... but I rarely get sick." You said, glancing at All Might with slight disbelief. You closed your eyes feeling suddenly tired. And you felt so well-rested when you got up.
"Here." All Might said, pulling a hand in your direction in which held a white electronic thermometer. You took him without a word, sending him a thankful smile.
A few minutes later you looked at the screen, unable to believe the numbers that had appeared there.
"No way..." You murmured to yourself, giving him the device when he reached for it. He looked at the result and said more to himself:
''37 and 9.'' He looked at you with pity, putting the thermometer in one of the cupboards. He returned to you after a while and added. ''Go to bed. I don't remember that in the plan that I made for you was a spare time for you to get sick."
You laughed, recalling your training sessions with him.
''Really? I think there was."
"No, I'm sure there wasn't." He answered, smiling. A while later he held out his hand to you saying. ''Come on, get up.''
Obediently you got up from the couch, feeling strangely stiff. Fortunately, your nose wasn't running yet and you haven't had a sore throat, although you knew it was only a matter of time. The cold was coming (xD)
When you found yourself in your bed, you felt better right away. You almost fell on, landing on soft pillows. All Might grabbed your duvet and wrapped it around you as if you were a small, sick child. You felt heavy on your chest, you didn't want him to treat you like that. Before you could bite your tongue, you said:
"Don't do that." All Might straightened up, looking at you a little confused.
"Don't do... what?" He asked. Here we go again. Again you couldn't stop yourself from saying those words.
''Don't act like you are my father. I don't want you to treat me like your... your..."
That made him speechless. He never thought of you as his daughter, especially now that he finally realized that this slowly growing feeling he had for you had little to do with father's concern.
"I don't think about you this way." He answered when he finally got his voice back. You turned your head to the left, preparing another question.
''Then...'' You started hesitating a bit. ''... can you... explain what kind of way?"
Hearing your words, blood leaked out of his mouth. He wiped it with the back of his hand, feeling that the shock had completely taken control over him. He froze. What was he supposed to tell you? How could he explain this to you? After all, you just asked him a question that he had been asking himself for a long time and found an answer only a few moments ago. He scratched his head nervously, looking for a solution, and finally found it.
''Ahahaha... I... I already told you, didn't I? Rest now. I'll bring you something to drink." He replied, feeling bad that he somehow had lied to you.
He quickly evacuated from the room, closing the door behind him. He stopped in front of your room, covering his face with his hand. He shook his head in disbelief.
"I cannot tell her that..." He whispered to himself. She will begin to imagine God knows what if she finds out, he added in his mind.
When the door closed behind him, you hastily grabbed your duvet and pulled it up, covering yourself completely. You couldn't believe that you spoke to him in such a way, using that kind of tone and asking him such a question. You felt so embarrassed that you preferred to fall under the ground. Your thoughts were interrupted by the loud growl of your stomach, which finally began to demand some food.
You came out from under your duvet when you ran out of the air, rising up on your elbows and leaning against the wall. It was so cool, but it did not last too long. You were so hot that this cold wall immediately changed its temperature. You were hoping that All Might would hurry up with this water, that soreness that suddenly appeared in your throat, was beginning to annoy you slowly. You cleared your throat, thinking it would somehow help you, but to no avail. So you closed your eyes again, falling back on the soft pillows, feeling your head begin to pulse with ever stronger pain.
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When he came into her room again, holding a glass of water and antipyretic pills in his hands, he noticed that she had fallen asleep. He smiled slightly, putting the drink and medicines on the table next to the bed. He looked at her once more and put a hand on her forehead, checking if her temperature was rising. But in that way he couldn't tell if it was. He had to wake her up. She had to take those pills.
He shook her gently, saying her name several times. When she woke up, he couldn't help but notice how much her eyes were shining from fever. He sighed quietly and said:
''Forgive me for waking you up, but you must at least take some medicine. Please." And while saying that, he handed her those pills, which she took with her free hand from him, looking at it with a slightly dazed look. He narrowed his eyes, watching her slow movements. After a moment, he reached for the water and when he handed her the glass, it slipped through her fingers and spilled onto her bed. ''Someone has butter fingers I see." He laughed.
But she froze. She stared at the glass which was laying on her bed with a strange, shocked look. Suddenly she turned her gaze to him as if something happened.
''Is everything- '' He started, but she suddenly interrupted him.
''No.'' She replied, grabbing that glass and looking at it as if she just saw such a thing for the first time. "I ... I used my power... I'm sure. "She mumbled. All Might shifted uneasily, not understanding what she meant. ''I used it and it didn't work. I... why didn't it work?"
"Don't you have problems with controlling your Quirk?" All Might answered taking the glass from her hands and putting it on the table. He was about to reach for the duvet to replace it with a new one, but (Y/N) suddenly grabbed his hand. He felt that she was hotter than before. As if her temperature has suddenly increased since the last check. And it wasn't that long ago. It was really starting to worry him. He had no idea how a fever could affect her power, he never really asked her about it.
"It's not like that." She said suddenly. ''Yes, sometimes it gets out of my control, but I can use it when I want to. In any case, for some time."
"What do you mean?" He asked sitting down on the bed beside her and staring at her closely. Did he miss something?
''For some time I... even if I can't control it perfectly, I know when I'm using it. And that's what I did. I used it, but... it didn't work. Which means... "She started frightened, still staring at the glass. After a moment, she added. '' ...I lost my power?"
''What? Of course not! "He called suddenly, wanting to calm her down. "It seems to me that the fever has weakened you. Maybe it just your imagination."
She finally took her eyes off the glass and looked at him. She shrugged.
"Maybe ... I don't know ... maybe you're right, sensei." She rubbed her eyes, leaning against the wall.
"You know... you don't have to call me so officially. In the end, we want it or not, we live under one roof." He suggested waiting for her reaction. Her eyes widened as if he said something strange. Seeing that she looked confused, he added. ''I'm serious."
''In that case... how should I call you then?" She asked, blushing and trying to hide her face behind her hair. He suddenly turned his eyes away from her. He had already noticed it before, well, he always knew it, but it was only now that he found out why - recently he often caught himself on looking at her, he had a problem with taking his eyes off of her when she was acting like that. He always noticed her furtive glances, a poorly hidden blush, gentle smiles, but only now they started to affect him. Especially when she blushed, trying to hide her face behind her hair, just like she did a moment ago. He couldn't help but think that... it was... cute.
He quickly shook his head, wanting to forget that this statement appeared in his mind. What the hell am I thinking about, he thought, scratching his head. He raised his eyes and send her a smile.
''Just All Might is enough. B-b-but... if you want of course! Y-you can call me... T-Toshinori as well..."