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Izuku never really thought back to the sludge incident that happened over a year ago.
But maybe he should've.
Maybe then he wouldn't be in this mess.
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There's very little that could make Izuku Midoriya think of missing school. But the odd sloshing his body produced when he got up and the oncoming feeling of nausea, made him consider it for a moment.
The thought of the English exam, class 1-A had to do with Present Mic, made him direct his attention to his dorm's closet.
Izuku, while having done this routine more than a dozen times, struggled to make himself stay upright all while getting himself into the semi-uncomfortable uniform UA requires all students to wear.
Feeling more sluggish and slower than normal, Izuku rushes as best as he can to get himself ready. It's when Izuku was about to finish brushing his teeth that he finally looked in the mirror. Something didn't feel right.
Did his skin always have this yellow tint to it?
It didn't matter. The timer on Izuku's phone let him know he had to get going. Rushing to grab his bag, the thought of his strange appearance seemed to disappear.
While in his panic to get to the main campus, Izuku didn't notice how he started to wheeze with every step. Even though he himself did not notice, other students and some faculty did. Izuku made it all the way towards his classroom door before he hacked up a lung. He felt suffocated for an odd reason? Izuku concluded he probably had an on coming cold.
After deeming to catch his breath for long enough, Izuku finally opened the still humongous door. He saw that half of the class were already there and Aizawa was probably still in the teacher's lounge.
After a second of observing who was there and not, Izuku wandered to his seat. Katsuki, or who Izuku nicknamed him ‘Kacchan’ turned to look at him once he sat down on his desk that was placed right behind the usually angry blonde.
Katsuki gave Izuku a calculated look before deciding to just turn his head back to the front of the room once the door opened to reveal Aizawa, in his tired glory. And onward the day went.
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Morning classes passed by with little difficulty for most, however the same could not be said about Izuku. Although the exam that the teen was worried about has passed, the overwhelming sick feeling has been going on strong. While heading to the steadily growing lunch line, Izuku began to smell all the food, and it was at that time that Izuku’s stomach decided to have enough.
Quickly turning from his previous spot, Izuku proceeded to jog until he was out of the cafeteria. It was only then had he started running. ‘I don’t think I'm going to make it to the bathroom!’ Izuku’s frantic thoughts made his panic increase. In the middle of debating whether or not the bathrooms were too far was quickly put off when Izuku saw the teacher’s lounge.
Making a quick decision, Izuku barreled into the teacher’s lounge. Not really taking in any of the surroundings, he zoned in on the garbage can and dived for it.
When Izuku felt like he could breathe without feeling nauseous, he then recognised that there was a hand on his shoulder and another on his back.
A minute later Izuku remembered where he barged into. Slowly turning around, the teen realized that there were three of his teachers crowded around him. Mic-sensei, Nemuri-sensei, and Aizawa-sensei.
“Fuck”
Was the only thing Izuku managed to mumble before blacking out.
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It was the beginning of lunch and the three teachers all wanted to relax a bit. Being teachers that worked at UA was incredibly stressful afterall.
Aizawa had been having a pretty normal day considering the problem children he teaches, though it was nice, things still seemed a bit off. He then decided to consult his two closest friends. “Hey Mic, does anything feel off about today?” Aizawa speaks softly.
When hearing this, Mic then thinks to himself for a moment. Before long though Mic seems to have a concerned look settled unnaturally on his face.
“Now that I think of it, I saw Izuku walking in the halls, the little listener didn’t look too good.”
A Disgruntled look on Nemuri’s face quickly made itself known when hearing this. “Actually I've been worried about him for quite some time now.” The three sat in silence for a moment to try and process their growing concerns.
It was when Nemuri was about to say something else, that the teacher’s lounge door was violently thrown open. The one who opened it though was what surprised them. There Izuku was looking around the room for something, when he suddenly dived for the trash can and began throwing up violently.
The three individuals who were previously shocked at the sudden appearance of their student began to move quickly once Izuku sat at the trash can. Aizawa quickly walked over and started to rub his problem child’s back.
“Mic, could you please get a glass of water and Nemuri could you grab some paper towels?!”
Aizawa’s order snapped them into action and by the time Izuku stopped, everyone was feeling tense in adrenaline from waiting and seeing what would happen.
When Izuku actually looked up he finally saw the three teachers. Though he seemed very dazed when he processed who the trio were. What came next was quite a shock though.
Izuku gazed at each of his teachers.
And then promptly passed out after muttering a quite ‘fuck.’
Everybody then panicked.
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Three teachers could be seen running down the pristine hallways, one which seemed to be carrying another person.
Nemuri had a bundled up Izuku in her arms and her face was incredibly pale as she raced to Recovery Girl’s Office. Aizawa and Mic also looked like they were gonna be sick as they trailed behind their friend.
It wasn’t too long before they saw the door to Recovery Girl’s.
When they barreled into the office, the old woman they were looking for gave them a harsh glare and what could have been a reprimand but she stops when she spots the unmoving body in Nemuri’s arms.
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‘It’s too bright’ is what Izuku’s first thought was. ‘Wait where is he?’
It’s then that Izuku started to panic and the last thing he remembered was…… wait. Oh crap! He wasn’t feeling well and he ended up puking infront of his favorite teachers! Izuku groaned as he remembered everything.
After wallowing in his embarrassment Izuku finally opened his eyes. He was in the infirmary laying on a cot. Izuku blinked up at the bright lights as he got lost in his train of thought.
He immediately snapped out of it as the sound of the door opening echoed. Izuku looked over and saw the three teachers that saw the whole event as well as Recovery Girl behind them with a grim face.
It wasn’t long before Recovery Girl started talking, “Hello Izuku, it seems you haven't been feeling so good.” Izuku is starting to feel the embarrassment crawl up his neck again. “Oh uh yeah i guess i haven't” was the mumbled response.
Recovery Girl nodded and started to frown “Izuku I ran some tests because of the concerns following your state.” The young teen just stared confused at the elder. Aizawa, Nemuri, and Mic were hovering over Izuku with worried faces.
“Izuku it seems that the sludge from that villain attack you were in has never actually left your respiratory system and it seems to have spread.” As the healing hero explains, all Izuku could think of was that the disgusting sludge that almost killed him was still in his body.
His already churning stomach paired with his growing fear and disgust made him immediately start looking for another trash can as bile started crawling up his neck. The adults seem to realize what is going to happen as Mic grabs the trash can near him and thrusts it toward Izuku’s direction.
The dry heaving and slight crying eventually passes and stiffening silence is what replaces it.
“Is there anything we can do?” Izuku’s small voice questions. Everybody turns to look at him and Recovery Girl smiles at him. “There is actually, it’ll be a long process but if you're willing.” It’s Izuku’s turn to smile but it dims as a thought emerges. “My mom has been gone for quite a while, i don’t need an adult’s supervision for recovery right?”
His favorite teachers looked shocked at the confession while Recovery Girl looked solemn. “You do in fact need that supervision” are the dreaded words that ended up being said. Nemuri then decides to pull her best friends aside to tell them her genius idea.
“Guys we should take Izuku in!” Nemuri says in hushed delight. ‘It was pretty smart’ Aizawa thought. “Yeah! We already live together” Mic says excitedly. “Then it’s decided” Aizawa whispers with a firm nod.
They then turn around and look at Izuku and Recovery Girl. “We want to take him in if that’s okay” Nemuri states. Izuku looked and felt like he was going to cry. He wasn’t as shocked that they lived together when they explained he’d live in their house. He’s pretty happy he won a side bet he and Shoto had going though.
‘Maybe this will go alright?’ Izuku wonders.
He looks at his possible new family and he smiles, maybe the sludge did some good afterall.