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Hitoshi awoke to his body boiling.
Shit
He cursed under his breath. He turned over to his clock and it read 3:34am… it's way too early to be awake, he thought. But, he knows why he's awake, and this isn't the first time either. He has a fever, a really bad one apparently, which is just great because he's at Aizawa and Yamada Sensei's place, which he just recently moved into. He doesn't know Yamada-Sensei as much as Aizawa-Sensei but he trusts them both, but he's more comfortable with Aizawa more of course.
On Hitoshi's way home it started to rain and he was only wearing a sweater over his uniform and it's fall, which probably explains the fever. He felt it on the train ride home and after dinner getting worse… he was really hoping he wasn't getting sick, but he did basically freeze tonight, surprisingly. Which he's still confused about… like why is it so cold!? It's fall!
Hitoshi tries to sit up, he feels super weak and a bit nauseated…
Shit
He cursed again. He really doesn't want to be sick tonight. He's not THAT comfortable yet in this new home of his. He knows though, that he's going to have to get up and find medicine or something… which sounds so fun according to his state. He doesn't even think he can sit up straight without rolling his eyes back into his head. Hitoshi manages to sit up hunched over, holding his head… his head hurts a lot too, and now that he thinks about it… he has no idea where they keep their painkillers and fever reducers and ALL THE STUFF he needs right now… how great! Hitoshi knows he's gonna have to wake Hizashi up… which he really doesn't want to. Shouta isn't home yet, since he's on hero work duty thing so he's gonna have to ask Hizashi for help… which is okay he thinks… like, Hizashi is nice, he's been helpful with Hitoshi before but… Hitoshi is just so use to Aizawa that he feels so odd asking Hizashi for help.
Hitoshi shivers a bit and feels a huge bunch of acid come up his throat. That is not good at all… he pushing passed his anxiety with Yamada and attempting to get up out of his bed. He needs something to calm literally everything wrong with him at the moment before he freaking vomits all over their house! He stumbled out of bed and almost passed out once gravity hit him, but steadied himself with his arm on his bed. He slowly stood up straight (kind of) and hobbled over to his bedroom door… the acid is getting worse and his head feels like it's going to literally explode. Also his skin is on fire and breathing in that type of heat is making it rough for him. He opens his bedroom door and makes his way down the hall to his teachers shared bedroom.
I can do this, it's fine Hitoshi… he'll help of course. You aren't bothering him, just knock on the damn door before you FUCKING VOMIT ON IT!
He's saying to himself, obviously in his head of course. He's trying to get the courage to…but he could just wait until Aizawa comes home, which isn't too far from now...
No! He will not! He will knock on this door right now!
Knock knock knock
Hitoshi had closed his eyes while making three fast medium volume knocks… shit, he did it… that was too hard, he guesses.
Then dizziness hits him again, so he stables himself against the door, which isn't the brightest idea because the next thing he knows, Hizashi is holding him up looking into his eyes saying his name.
What the fuck? He doesn't even remember hearing him open the door, nor can he hear him too well. His mind is wonky and nothing sounds right. Damn he's tired, and sick as hell!
"Shinsou? Shinsooou?... Hey bud? What's the matter?" Hizashi said calmly trying to get Hitoshi's attention. The boy nearly passed out on Hizashi, and now he looks like he's looking blankly into space.
Hizashi realized Hitoshi was burning, which explains the fainting, if that's what you'd call it. Hizashi took immediate action and placed his arm around Hitoshi's waist and grabbed Hitoshi's arm and put it over his shoulder, leading Hitoshi down stairs into the living room, sitting him down on the couch.
"Hey Shinsou bud? You with me?" Hizashi asked concerned, looking down and the dreary eyed Shinsou sitting in front of him. Shinsou nodded… yes he understood, he was somewhat aware of his surroundings and what was happening, but he feels like shit… his body is giving out, and he can't exactly communicate even if he really tried. His body just won't cooperate.
"Okay… okay, I'll be right back okay? I'll… I'll be in the kitchen quickly just to get you some medicine okay? Stay awake for me, I'll be right back." Hizashi said concerned for the boy. He rushed to the kitchen to gather some fever reducing pills and some water. Once he came back to the living room, Hitoshi was still there in the exact same spot he left him except, with the tiniest bit of bile on him…
Shit! The kid's really sick!
Hizashi placed the water and the pill on the table in front of Hitoshi and ran back to the kitchen to grab a nausea pill and paper towel. He rushed back to Shinsou and on the say he picked up a bucket in case he throws up anymore. Hizashi wipes his shirt and face and throwing it in the trash. Then he sits next to Hitoshi…
"This bucket, is in case you feel anything else come up okay?" He said putting the bucket on Hitoshi's lap "and these are your pills. Please don't chug the water down, just take a few sips after you have got the pill down, okay?" Hizashi said handing Hitoshi the pills and the cup, but Hitoshi couldn't fully grab the cup, his body wasn't cooperating at all. So Hizashi decided to hold it and help him drink instead. Hitoshi put the pills in his mouth and Hizashi brought the water up to his mouth and he started to swallow it. Once Hitoshi swallowed the pills, he started taking sips like Hizashi asked him to. Once finished Hizashi placed the cup on the table in front of them and rubbed Hitoshi's back, and Hitoshi shivered again.
"It's gonna be okay kid. It's gonna be okay." Hizashi said, with probably the most calmest voice he had ever used.