This was a request from AstroNova88! Thank you so much for requesting!
Disclaimer: I don't own any MHA Characters or the image. I own the plot.
Warnings: Language, Mention of Endeavor, Mention of Kiribaku
Key:
(Y/N) = Your Name
(H/C) = Hair Colour
(E/C) = Eye Colour
(F/C) = Favourite Colour
Shoto knew something was wrong from the moment he woke up. The bright light of the sun shone through the curtains, showing it was the start of a brand new day. He groaned and nuzzled his head deeper into his pillow, the light making his head pound. 'Weird, usually I'm not this tired,' he thought, releasing a hiss of pain. 'Thinking never makes my head hu-' he swore it felt like a parasite was inside his head, nipping at making a nest in his brain, 'alright, no thinking!' Suddenly, he felt his stomach churn as an acidic feeling began creeping its way up his throat. His grey and blue eyes widened as he sprinted to the bathroom connected to his dorm, barely making it in time. He fell to his knees, gripping the porcelain, white toilet firmly as he released his stomach's contents. He pulled away two minutes later, but immediately stuck his head back in the bowl, gagging and coughing as vomit not only came out of his mouth, but his nose as well. Tears welled in his eyes as he weakly rested his head on the side of the toilet seat, breathing steadily in an attempt to stop puking, "(Y/N)..."
Meanwhile, the (H/C) was just getting out of bed. She sat up and smiled weakly, her ears twitching as they adjusted to the sound of birds chirping. Slowly, (Y/N) got out of bed and stretched, a soft whine escaping her lips as her tired body began waking up. She decided that since it was a weekend, she didn't need to get dressed right away. She remained in her fluffy, (F/C) pajama pants and black tank top, bending down and picking up a grey sweatshirt off the floor. 'I should probably give this back to Shoto soon,' she thought, smiling at the idea of her boyfriend desperately searching for his favourite hoodie. She just couldn't help but steal it; it was so soft, warm, and it smelt like him so it brought her comfort when she needed it most. She slipped it on and made her to the door, closing it behind her as she went down the stairs and to the communal kitchen she shared with her friends.
When she arrived, she saw that her best friend, Katsuki Bakugo, was already in there, cooking something that smelled absolutely delicious. "Morning, blasty. What're you making?" she asked, smirking as he growled. "Shut it, extra. If you must know, I'm making eggs," he replied, his red eyes glaring into her (E/C) ones. "Hm, sounds good. Let me have some?" She laughed at his taken aback expression. He finally snapped out of his daze, "I guess, but only because I don't need your dumb ass burning down my kitchen." "Hate to break it to you, but we all live here. It's everyone's kitchen," (Y/N) teased, grabbing a cup so she could pour herself a drink. "None of you damn extras can cook. It's my kitchen," he argued, turning off the heat, "anyways, come get your damn eggs." She smiled and grabbed a plate, quickly grabbing half of the eggs, "thank you, I appreciate it." He blushed slightly but replaced it with a glare, "whatever." The two ate in silence before Sero came bursting in, "(Y/N)!" The (H/C) looked up from her plate, "yeah?" "It's Todoroki! You need to go to his dorm!" he exclaimed, a panicked expression on his face. Her (E/C) eyes widened and she nodded, forgetting to clean up her plate as she sprinted up the stairs.
She soon made it to the fifth floor, arriving outside of his dorm, "Sho?" she called, knocking weakly. When she got no response, she knocked harder, "Shoto? It's me." After he still didn't respond, she decided enough was enough. Checking the door knob, she found his door was unlocked. With a sigh, she pushed open the creaky wood and stepped inside, closing it behind her. "Shoto? Where are you?" she called out, her eyes scanning the room. His bed wasn't made, which meant he had to be inside; he never left his dorm without making his bed. She finally glanced over to the left side of his room, seeing his bathroom door was open and the light was on. "Sho? I'm coming in," she declared, not wasting another moment as she approached the room. She peeked inside and gasped, seeing her boyfriend fast asleep, head resting against the toilet seat. The smell of puke filled the air and there was residue on his chin and cupid's bow. "Fuck..." she mumbled, walking over to him.
She bent down and grabbed his waist, slowly helping him up. He groaned from the movement, slowly beginning to wake up. "Sho, put your arm around my-" she began, feeling him slump into her, "or just fall on me, that works too." The (H/C) began walking him back to his bed, hearing his heavy breathing and stuffy nose. "Sho, why didn't you tell me you were sick?" she asked to herself, gently placing him down on the bed. He whimpered and began to shiver, prompting (Y/N) to place his blanket over him. "M-More...p-please..." he whispered, his voice hoarse. She sighed and looked around, finding a quilt peeking out of his closet door. (Y/N) walked across the room, grabbing the red and white quilt before returning to her boyfriend's side, draping it over his thick blanket. "Do you feel a bit better?" she wondered, placing the back of her hand on his sweaty forehead. It was ice cold, but she could still feel a fever. "A little...we can't...stay here," he warned, making his girlfriend confused. "Why not?" He looked into her eyes; he appeared so vulnerable and helpless, "my father...he won't like...me relaxing..." (Y/N) felt her heart drop, silently vowing to give Endeavor a piece of her mind next time she saw him. "Sho, he can't hurt you here. I'm going to spend the day taking care of you, alright?" He frowned and shook his head, "no...I can-" he tried getting up, immediately getting held down by the (H/C). Her (E/C) eyes widened and she felt worry fill her chest, "as much as I want you to rest right now, it's freaking me out how easily I can restrain you." Shoto rolled his eyes, coughing harshly. "Have you eaten?" she inquired, walking into the bathroom. "No...my breakfast is all...in there," he explained, weakly raising his right hand to point at the bathroom.
The sound of a toilet flushing was heard and the (H/C) walked back over to him with a damp cloth. "I'm going to wipe your face because you still have throw up still on it. Then, I will enlist the help of Blasty McGrumpypants to help me make you some soup. Does that sound good?" she proposed, grabbing the chair from his desk and placing it beside his bed. She sat down and gently grabbed his chin, gasping at how cold he felt. She quickly shook her head and leaned over, softly wiping his face to clear it of the nasty throw up. The (H/C) had finished moments later, smiling at his now clean complexion. She got up and headed back into the bathroom, placing the used washcloth in his hamper and dampening a new one. (Y/N) walked back over to him and placed it on his forehead, smiling at him when his grey and blue eyes looked up at her. "I'll be back soon," she declared, turning to walk away. She froze when she felt his hand weakly catch her wrist, "stay..." "Sho, you need food. I won't be gone long, I promise." Shoto sighed, "I love...you..." "I love you too, baby. I'll be back with your soup." And with that, the (H/C) quietly walked out of his dorm.
Making her way back down the stairs, she found Bakugo sitting down on the couch with Kirishima; the two were sitting awfully close to each other. "Hey, Kacchan!" she exclaimed, grabbing his arm and pulling him up. "What are you doing, shitty girl?!" he yelled, sending a glance to Kirishima for help. He shook his head, smirking as the (H/C) dragged the feisty blond away. "You gotta help me make chicken noodle soup for Shoto. He's sick," she declared, watching as he groaned. "Why should I help you?" "I'll tell Kiri that you l-" "FINE!" (Y/N) smirked at her victory, "great! Let's get started!" The next thirty minutes were spent with a lot of yelling, banter, taste testing, and pouting. The (H/C) wiped her forehead of sweat when they were done, "it looks great! How's it taste?" she asked, looking over at her blond best friend. He raised the spoon to his mouth, pouring the liquid inside, "I basically made it, so obviously it's fucking amazing." "Hey! I helped!" "If helping means watching me do it, then yes, you helped." "Screw you, blasty!" "No thank you. Not interested." "You're sick! Go screw Kiri..." she mumbled the last part, watching his face explode into a blush as she poured a bowl, grabbing a spoon and heading back up the stairs.
A smile graced her face as she opened the door to her boyfriend's dorm, seeing him cling to a pillow as he shivered. "Hey, Sho. I got your soup," she announced, walking over to him. He coughed and tried sitting up, but got dizzy and lied back down, "I heard...heard..." he repeated, eyes blinking slowly. The (H/C) rushed over to him, helping him to sit upright, "save your strength. You need to eat." He sighed, coughing into his arm, "yelling. I heard...yelling. Did Bakugo...hurt you?" (Y/N) laughed loudly; that beautiful laugh that made Shoto's heart stop, "of course not. He's a softy for me. I am one of his childhood friends after all." He groaned from his throbbing head and the (H/C) sighed, taking the now warm cloth off of his forehead. "Alright, now I'm going to feed you. Open up," she declared, gathering some soup on the spoon and slowly brought it towards his soft lips. He sighed, blushing weakly at the thought of being treated like a child. However, he went along with it. He opened his mouth slightly and the (H/C) placed the spoon inside, tilting it so the soup would go in his mouth. She pulled away and he swallowed, very much enjoying the flavour. "So, is it good?" she asked, expectantly awaiting his answer. He nodded and she continued to feed him.
Once he was done, he felt very weak. "(Y/N)...tired..." he mumbled, feeling his girlfriend help him to lay back down. "You should take a nap. You'll feel better afterwards," she advised, tucking him in. He sighed and nodded, watching as she was preparing to leave. "Wait..." he whispered, coughing weakly. She smiled and turned around, facing him again, "yes?" He hesitated, knowing she would scold him, "I'm sorry for...for being a burden today." (Y/N) cupped his cheek and shook her head, "you're never a burden. Don't tell yourself that..." "Stay...please..." he begged, placing his hand overtop of hers. Ignoring her better judgement, she got under the covers with him. She felt his arms go around her waist, gently pulling her body into his. She turned over so now she was facing his chest. "I love you, Sho..." she whispered, leaning up and pecking his lips. He kissed back, his scorching lips seeking comfort in her cool ones. He pulled away first and nuzzled into her hair, "I love you too..."
Bonus Ending:
One week later, the (H/C) kneeled in front of her dorm's toilet, puking up her breakfast. Shoto sat behind her, rubbing her back as she coughed and gagged. "This is my fault..." he declared, making her turn around. She wiped her mouth and shook her head, "no, it's mine. I'm the one who kissed y-" she cut herself off, returning her head to the toilet as more vomit came up. He sighed, "I'll have to enlist the help of Bakugo to cook because I can not. If I die, it's on you."