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You woke up to Your husband sniffling. When you sat up you didn’t see him crying like you expected: he looked paler than usual, his nose and cheeks a little more pink than usual, and he looked like he hadn’t slept in days.
“Hey, Izu?” you reached your hand to his forehead, he did feel a little warm.
“Yea, what's up?” your husband responded.
“Are you feeling sick? You look sick, and you feel warm,” You asked calmly, knowing just how much Izuku hated being sick.
He shook his head, “ No, it’s just allergies, And before you ask, yes, I can go to work.” He smiled, kissed your forehead and got up from the bed. “ Speaking of work, I need to get going. Love you, see you later!”
You went back to sleep, you knew he was lying, but you still hoped he wasn’t. When you woke up it was about the time you started cooking dinner. You cooked katsudon, one of Izuku’s favorites.
But meanwhile at his agency he was so horribly sick. He hated it, the way it tasted, smelled, looked,felt. He absolutely hated being sick. Especially this sick. It came to the point he couldn't stand anymore, he felt so so so horrible. He could not finish his shift. Vomit burning his throat, he called you crying.
“Izu? Baby, what’s wrong?” You asked as you heard his crying.
“ I-I'm sick. Can you come and get me,please?” He said in between sobs.
“ Of course, I’m getting in the car now. I’ll be there soon.” You knew this would happen. You grabbed a plastic bag and a bottle of water. He hung up and probably started puking again. You felt so bad, he didn’t get sick a lot, but when he did, it hit him like a truck.
When you got to his agency, the people greeted you and didn’t check you, because you came so often. When you arrived at his office you heard crying and vomit hitting the water in the toilet.
You knocked on the door “ Hey, Izu it’s me. Can you unlock the door?” You heard the click of the door and opened it. He looked horrible, tears down his face, puke on his chin, sweat dripping, he was literally green.
“Hey, I don’t feel good.” He said in barely a mumble.
“ I can tell. Let me get a towel real quick,ok?” You went to the closet, got a washcloth, wet it,and put it on his forehead. You were rubbing his back and coaching him threw it.
“You're okay, it’s okay. Get it all out, you’ll feel better.”
He was so Exhausted. But eventually he was feeling a bit better. You helped Izuku making sure he didn’t fall. Still rubbing his back, you sat him in the car: gave him the bag and the water.
You heard sniffling next to you, he was crying. You put your hand on his knee and gave it a comforting squeeze. This was one hell of a stomach bug. When you got home, he fell asleep instantly. You had to wake him up so he could take his medicine.
“ You're the best husband anyone could ask for.” He said just before he fell asleep.
“ You already have that spot booked.” You whispered before you fell asleep.