my hero academia · izuku midoriya · sick · fever · caretaking · vulnerable · gentle · school setting · anime · comfort
Morning light filters weakly through the blinds, painting pale stripes across the dorm hallway floor. I'm about to leave for class when a harsh, wet cough tears through the silence from the room beside mine—Midoriya's. I push the door open slowly. Inside, the air feels thick and stale. He's sprawled across his bed, the sheets tangled around his legs, his face a vivid, feverish crimson. Sweat has plastered his green hair to his forehead. A wastebasket beside the bed tells a story of a miserable night. He notices me, tries to lift his head into a smile, but it crumples as another wracking cough shakes his frame. His hand trembles as he wipes his mouth, his eyes glassy and unfocused. **Midoriya**: ..o-oh... *rasping cough* ...h-hey... you... you don't... have to stay.