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Kirishima had never been this sick in his entire life. He could handle a little cold and a sore throat was nothing to him, but this he was sure was going to do him in for good.
When he had woken up the first time it was definitely way before his alarm for class. His head was pounding and his stomach was twisted in knots. Thinking nothing of it he pulled the blankets around himself tighter and tried his best to get back to sleep; a slight shiver running up his legs up to his chest.
A couple hours later is when everything went downhill fast. He had felt cold for a while now, shivering violently but after a while the nausea came back full force, forcing him to quickly run to the bathroom. His stomach clenched violently as the contents of his stomach emptied themselves into the bowl and in between his retching he struggled to catch his breath. Just after he had thought everything was good, he could feel the bile rising in his throat again.
Kirishima hated throwing up. He absolutely hated the feeling in his throat and the taste of everything coming out of his stomach. He couldn’t tell how long he had been kneeled in front of the toilet but after a while he was sure for the time being there was nothing left in his stomach to come up. He was too out of it and tired to even notice that he’d been crying. Slowly he lifted himself off the floor, hands tightly gripping the edges of the sink. With shaking legs and began swirling cool water around in his mouth. Despite the rinse he still couldn’t fully remove the nasty taste of bile in his mouth. As soon as his sick body hit the mattress he tucked his shivering form back into the blankets and tried his best to keep the nausea at bay while keeping warm.
His rest was short lived however because after laying down for a short while the nausea had come back yet again and had the red haired boy almost frustrated at the fact that he had to get up and run to the bathroom again. After the third time of running back and forth from the bathroom Kirishima had decided that he wasn’t going to get any sleep that night and instead opted for grabbing his blankets and pillows and splaying them on the floor where he tried his best to sleep in a sitting position with his body propped against the side of the bed on the cool floor.
After roughly forty minutes of some of the better sleep he got that night he was suddenly awoken from it by the blaring of his alarm. Normally he’d try to tough it out and get through classes but he didn’t even try to fight himself with it this time. Slowly he crawled on the floor over to his alarm and with the last of his strength he shut off the screaming alarm and made his way back to his nest of blankets but not before first grabbing his phone. Just looking at the bright screen made his head spin but he had to at least let someone know he wasn’t going to be in class today. His fingers skimmed through the blurry contacts until he got to his boyfriends name. He wasn’t sure if what he was typing was coherent or not because ugh, why is this screen so damn bright but he sent it regardless before his stomach was sending him back to the bathroom yet again.
At this point Kirishima had given up completely on sleep and just resorted to splaying out on the floor, still wrapped in his mess of blankets as some movie played on his laptop. His fevered head couldn’t pay much attention to what was playing but after an hour or so he realized how quiet it actually was in his room. He started to feel incredibly lonely after Bakugou hadn’t responded to his incoherent text earlier that morning so the quiet sounds of some random movie was helping a little. He figured that maybe Bakugou wouldn’t come near him because of how sick he was but maybe because of his high fever was why he suddenly felt incredibly needy. He didn’t bother the other boy though, he’s probably still in class he thought.
Around the late afternoon he had finally stopped running back and forth from the bathroom but he felt so incredibly weak. His head was still pounding and now instead of being incredibly cold the other boy was blazing hot. He wanted to sleep some more but his cool spot on the floor wasn’t helping his heat problem. Slowly he managed to shed his shirt and shorts and he felt instant relief. After sitting on the floor mindlessly for sometime Kirishima finally felt his eyelids get heavier. Who was he to deny the sleep that he so desperately wanted all morning? At just the precise moment when he leaned his head back against the side of his bed and let his eyelids fall he heard a soft knock on his door. Before he could even groan out in annoyance the door slowly opened.
“Oi, you look like shit.” Kirishima lifted his heavy head off his shoulder to turn his attention to the other boy entering his room. With his eyes cracked he could tell that the other boy was carrying a small bag with him.
“Katsuki...hi.” It was the first time he had spoken anything at all, the words had barely came out audible. The blonde slowly walked towards him, completely unfazed that the other boy was just laying on the floor in his underwear. He dropped the bag next to him on the floor before kneeling next to him. Kirishima weakly reached his hand out to grab the other boys arm but right before his fingers made contact he felt something cool against his forehead.
“Fuck, Ei, have you taken anything for this?” The red haired boy shook his head below him. “Have you eaten anything?” Another ‘no’. With a frustrated groan he removed his hand from the other boy and dug in the bag next to him and pulled out a bottle of water and some flu medicine.
“....don’t feel good.” Kirishima slowly reached for the bottle of water first. He hadn’t realized how thirsty he was until he took the first small sip. He didn’t drink all of it, only a couple sips before his stomach bluntly told him ‘no more’. He was handed a small cup of something purple and he hoped this wouldn’t make him sick and he swallowed down the medicine.
“I know you don’t feel good but ya gotta take care of yourself, dumbass!” Bakugou shed his blazer before joining the other boy in his mess of blankets on the floor. Kirishima smiled for the first time that day. The red haired boy wasted no time in crawling into the other boys lap, his head resting on the other boys shoulders and his arms wrapped around his waist.
“Didn’t sleep. Kept throwing up... M’ tired. Wanna kiss you.” Kirishima nuzzled the other boys chin with his forehead; only for a second before the other boy shoved him off his lap into a pile of pillows. “Fuck, no. There’s no way I’m getting your shitty illness. Get your ass off the floor and get in bed!” Kirishima looked at him with tired eyes before lifting his heavy self off the floor and slowly crawling onto the soft mattress, completely leaving all the pillows and blankets on the floor. Before he could turn around on his back a mess of pillows and blankets hit him square in the face. A small laugh escaped from the blondes mouth.
“...you gonna stay?” Kirishima sat up, his back against the headboard and a pillow hugged to his chest, to which caused his head to spin yet again. The blonde stood planted at the foot of his bed. Kirishima actually wondered if the other boy would leave just then before he saw his boyfriend follow his suit in undressing down to his boxers before climbing onto the bed with him. Kirishima would have been more excited for that fact alone except the pounding of his head, but that didn’t stop the tint of pink spreading on his cheeks.
“ ‘course I’m staying, gotta make sure your sick ass doesn’t get worse.” He pulled the other boy hummed softly in approval and snuggled closer to him, their legs tangling together. Kirishima welcomed the warmth as the shivers from earlier that morning had come back. It didn’t take long at all for Kirishima to drift off for the sleep he so longed for since the previous night. Bakugou couldn’t deny that he had started to overheat after an hour of laying there and that his arm was dead asleep beneath the other boy, but despite his discomfort there he stayed for the next couple hours, soundly asleep as the boy next to him, but not before brushing the damp bangs off the other boys forehead and gently pressing his lips to the other boys warm skin.