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This trip did not go as planned.
Class 1-A of U.A High School had been pestering their teachers to go on a school trip since the very beginning of the school year. Months had passed without any of their educators seeming to capitulate into the idea, and the teenagers were just on the brink of giving up when they finally broke through the surface.
All Mights voice had blared through their classroom during their first class, shocking the half-asleep teenagers and pulling a few of them awake from a continuous slumber. The contrast between Aizawas hushed, monotone voice and the entirety of All Mights mere identity was extreme, enough to make the tender-hearted go into cardiac arrest. The majority of the students was half-asleep up until the announcement was made, and even Bakugo jumped in his seat upon the loud declaration. That didn't mean they weren't all ecstatic to hear the news.
They had received the basis information on the trip; where they were going, when, etc. and Izuku was over the moon to say the least. They were all going to a well-known luxury hotel in the well-known city of Nagoya. The city was only a couple of hours away from U.A by bus, yet containing so many great heroes that Izuku felt right about to burst from excitement.
The teachers had explained that the motive behind the trip was to strengthen to class dynamic, but also to allow the teenagers to meet and speak with new pro heroes that they could learn from. Different techniques and different views were important, they explained.
They were intended to have a two day course as well, with various of new heroes helping them amplify their quirks and strengths. To Izuku Midoriya, it all sounded like one gigantic dream.
Midoriya had been preparing himself the following day, picking out his desired equipment and clothes and stuffing them shamelessly into his blue bag. This was going to be perfect, he was sure of it. No sudden villain attacks, no feuds between the classmates.. Everything was going so well, it was almost too good to be true. The bus ride went by smoothly, Aoyama had taken his scopolamine, Bakugo fell asleep early on- everything was just genuinely going excellently.
Until it suddenly wasn't.
After having a lovely dinner accompanied by their classmates at one of the Hotels various of top tier restaurants, things started going downward at a rapid pace.
They were escorted to their rooms, placed into groups of who they would be rooming with.
Clearly, the school didn't have it in their budget to get each of the 20 students to get separate rooms, so they had to be separated as roommates by 2 or more.
It was reasonable enough that they were divided, he supposed. What wasn't reasonable, however, was who was matched with who..
Midoriya, Todoroki and Bakugo. Who even thought of that? It clearly could not have been anyone who knew them personally. It was like asking for a war to break lose, like mixing the most reactive elements in a cracked pot.
Izuku had been fine with it, hadn't paid it all too much of his attention. He knew Bakugo well, and he liked Todoroki a lot. However, it really didn't seem like the best dynamic to set upin a 5 star hotel room.
Bakugo hated him, and it seemed he hated Todoroki just as firmly. None of them knew how to handle it. It was simply a matter of 'wait and see'
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The room was, fortunately, quite spacey. There was a terrace out to view the city and it was overall a quite sumptuous shrine of a room. From the carpeting to the polished wooden table that sprung out from the small kitchen-corner, it was all around well made.
It was almost like a small apartment- although it would surely be nothing more than a small cottage in Yaoyorozus eyes.
There was one fault though, one that was near impossible to look past for any of them.
There was only one bed. One bed, and three teenage boys who oozed of puberty and bad emotional states.
Sure, it was a luxurious king size with enough room to fit all three of them, but it was far from an ideal situation.
Bakugo had screamed at Aizawa over the phone for a solid 15 minutes until finally withdrawing with a look of pure anguish and defeat.
He was moping over it for a long time, but they all came to terms with reality eventually. This was something they had to live with, there were no openings to change the set up.
As night was rolling around, the three of them were selecting their yearned spots on the bed. After some bickering back and forth, they finally settled on an final arrangement. One that suited them the best.
"Alright so... you're in the middle, and icy hot and I on each side of you?" Bakugo grumbled, and Midoriya nodded in confirmation.
Admittedly, it seemed like the smartest solution. Bakugo and Todoroki got on each other's nerves quite a bit, and Midoriya was not about to have them purposely suffocating one another during the night.
He'd act as the bringer of peace this time. The bringer of peace who Katsuki despised and Shoto adored.
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Once they all had changed into their pajamas, Izuku was the first to climb onto the large mattress. It wasn't too firm, yet he didn't feel like he was sinking into a bed of quicksand either. It was comfortable, and once he laid down; he felt absolutely content. Eventually, all three of them were laying side by side. The lights were switched off, and Izuku felt pleased that all of them had seemed to accept their current circumstances.
However.
Time ticked by, and Deku was struggling to fall asleep. Not because he wasn't tired, but because Todoroki who was lying at his right, seemed restless. The younger boy was tossing and turning on his side of the mattress, and Izuku could make out the sounds of faint groans of pain.
He'd tried to brush it off at first, but as per usual, his empathy got the best of him.
"Shoto.." he spoke up in a gentle whisper, blindly reaching a hand out to place against the boys shoulder. "Are you okay?" He comfortingly stroked his hand down Todorokis arm, taking note of the clamminess of his skin- let alone the way he was trembling like an oak leaf during a late night in autumn. He wasn't abnormally hot, but the sweat sure gave Izuku some growing concerns.
The shaky boy mumbled something inaudible in response, turning onto his side and facing Izuku in the dimmed lighting.
It was hard to make out his distinct features in the unlit room, yet Midoriya could feel the discomfort that was being displayed in his expression.
"What's wrong..?" The green-haired boy urged, still keeping his voice low and hushed in order to let Bakugo stay asleep.
A lingering silence dragged across the room, and Izuku could tell Shoto was struggling to admit his feelings. He hicupped softly, sounding like he was choking something back down his throat. At last, he replied, voice feeble and uncertain.
"'M not feeling too great.. 'feel sick"
Midoriya nodded understandingly, delicately pressing his hand against Todorokis forehead. He really didn't feel warm, so it wasn't a fever.. but even so, his skin was covered in a gleam of sweat that only evinced the obvious pain he was experiencing.
Thoughts were riding through Izukus brain at the speed of light; was he sick? When had it happened? How? Was it bad? Deadly?
However, Shoto was growing more uncomfortable by the minute, and Izuku quickly pushed his racing thoughts away in favor to gently nudge the other in his shoulder. If something gruesome was to occur, it better not be in the luxurious bed.
"Let's go to the bathroom, alright? Kacchan's sleeping..."
The bathroom was a separate room divided by a large door to the right from the entrance. It was supplied with two sinks, a high tech, bidet-inclusive toilet and a lush bathtub made out of the finest, white porcelain. It was posh, yet it still answered to Japanese culture in some tantalizing way. A bamboo plant tracing the wall in the corner and small lamps giving the room a welcoming aura. Along with it, a burnt incense was emitting a homey scent.
Izuku promptly tapped the light switch once he succeeded in pulling Shoto inside, closing the door behind them before he got a glimpse of how poorly the boy looked. The lights above the mirror emphazised the beads of sweat on his face, made him look a few shader whiter.
"Oh no, Shoto.." Midoriya grabbed onto the other boys hands, helping him lower himself onto his knees as his shoulders shook with vigorous chills. Just as his knees came in contact with the tiled floor, a sick gag bubbled up the poor boys throat. Izuku could only hold him by his shoulders as he doubled over, and Shoto let out a quiet whine as nausea exceeded his senses.
His stomach cramped mercilessly underneath the hand he had pressed against his abdomen, and acidic saliva pooled in his mouth before a heavy retch forced a torrent of vomit to splash into the toilet water. He coughed harshly, and Izuku cringed as he watched the younger boy curl around himself as he got sick. The sounds of Todorokis hacking was heart-wrenching, and the green-eyed boy couldn't help but feel futile, disappointed that he was unable to do anything to help.
Had he eaten something bad? But.. Todoroki and Bakugo had ordered the same thing, so that could only mean that...
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Katsuki wasn't about to admit something felt off in his own body, but he was starting to feel considerably queasy. It was strange considering he'd been feeling great earlier, chatting fairly lively with Kirishima and Kaminari. He had even smiled on a couple of occasions, although it was only a slight pull of his lip for the briefest of moments. It had just all seemed to have taken a drastic turn as they progressed into the night, and now he felt really bad.
His stomach was grumbling angrily, making it lucid that something was not agreeing with him. He was feeling the aching fueling his perspiration, causing beads of sweat to slowly trail down the side of his face. If he accidentally blew up the bed, he would not be the one to blame.
Bakugo had never fallen asleep, he hadn't been able to in the first place. Even with his earplugs in and the eyemask Kirishima had bought him cpvering his eyes, he was unable to shake off the unsettling feeling in his gut and let himself rest once they got settled down.
In the back of his mind, he could hear Todoroki and Midoriya whisper to one another, feel the way the bed swayed as they left the bed to retreat to the bathroom.
He laid still for a few minutes more, but something was prodding at the back of his throat, making it gradually more strenuous each time he swallowed. He attempted to roll onto his side to elevate some of the pressure in his middle, but the motion only caused his stomach to somersault into his throat, and his heart to immediately leap along with it.
'Shit'
Katsuki jumped up, ripping the eye mask off his face as he bolted unsteadily towards the bathroom. He crashed into the door, using the weight of his body to push it agape as the sharp light blinded his eyes.
Seeing the toilet was already occupied with Todorokis heaving shoulders hunching over it, Bakugo had to figure out another solution- and that fast.
Red eyes darted around, momentarily locking with Izukus puzzled gaze as the younger boy watched the blonde puff out his cheeks in an apparent warning.
With no better solution, Bakugo soon found found himself doubling over the edge of the glamorous bathtub with a deep belch.
He brought up an attenuate stream of bile, choking around the bitter liquid as he braced himself for the following events.
The next heave was more productive, allowing his body to expel the contents of his stomach into the bath. Chicken, rice, bile, the beer Kaminari had snuck him..
The puke hit against the porcelain enameled steel with a disgusting patter, causing goosebumps to spread across Bakugos skin and a chill to rush through his spine. His stomach was contracting harshly, pushing every ounce of food and water he'd put in his body up again. His mind was spinning in a haze, clearly lacking oxygen from the continuous heaving.
"Oh no, no, no" he could faintly hear Izuku mumble to himself, gripping onto the side of the bathtub as he felt a hand steadying him against his back.
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Izuku could only stare as Katsuki emptied his stomach into the bathtub, hand on his back in a lousy attempt to aid him some support as his stomach turned on him. The sounds and smells that was emitted had triggered Shoto to another round of dry-heaving, and the green haired boy didn't know what he was supposed to be doing.
This was nothing more than a full-fledged mess. God, if only he could be everywhere at once.
Their luxurious bathtub was sprayed down in a heavy sheet of chunky vomit, just as messy as the toilet was. Shoto had managed to spill sick onto the front of his shirt, the puke dripping down onto the tiles as he shakily attempted to wipe off his messy hands on some toilet paper
Izuku was desperately trying to sort out the condition of both the boys, but his mind was whirling with concern and hesitancy.
He carefully helped Bakugo position his back against the wall once his stomach settled, letting the puke remain in the tub until he had gained control of the two ailing boys.
Todoroki was still heaving unproductively, his shirt damp with both perspiration and vomit as it stuck against his skin.
Izuku knelt beside him, smoothing his hand over the back of his neck as he tried to mollify him.
He was trembling so badly, Izuku was beginning to wonder if he was simply shaking from the force of the sudden sickness, or if he was enduring a panic attack.
No matter the cause, Midoriya felt compelled to show him any consolation he could possibly offer. He brushed his hair out of his face, spoke softly to not startle him. All the while, he was making sure he kept a close eye on Bakugo as well. He seemed more conscious than Todoroki at this point, so Midoriya made the final decision to assist the youngest first and then proceed to move onto Bakugo- whom he knew could take care of himself nonethesless.
After some more coaxing and pacifying, he finally succeeded to help Shoto remove the soiled shirt off his upper body. He gave him a swift cleaning with the help of a wash cloth, wiping carefully across his back, up his shoulders and neck and over his face.
At last, Todoroki was yet again aware of his surroundings, albeit clearly exhausted from the vomiting. His skin was pale with a greenish hue, and his eyes were red rimmed and dull. He gulped down a couple of mouthfuls of water, and Izuku pulled a new shirt down over his head before leading him back to the bed.
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Izuku successfully guided Shoto to bed, and soon peeked back into the bathroom to see Katsuki sitting curled up against the wall, knees pulled against his chest. His breathing was a tad bit laboured, his shoulders shaking with each inhale.
"Ka...Kacchan?" Izuku whispered, slowly crouching down and placing his hand on the blonde boys arm.
The smell that coated the bathroom was hefty and repellent, but the green eyed boy felt too worried to care.
He scooted a little closer, again nudging Bakugos side. He needed to know he was conscious.
"What..?" The boy answered him in a croaky voice, not looking up from where his face was placed neatly in between his kneecaps.
"How are you feeling? I.. are you done?" He asked, unable to keep himself from carefully sneaking a glance at the contents of the bathtub.
Good lord, he was not looking forward to clean that...
Bakugo heaved a shaky sigh, and his stomach groaned in a fair response. "'Dunno.. maybe.. for now, 'think so" the answer wasn't too clear- yet at this point it's enough for Izuku to declare that getting Katsuki to bed was the best solution. They'd been rummaging back and forth in the bathroom for way past an hour already, and Izuku could feel his eyes sagging from exhaustion.
The room fell silent, and the only sound was the faint noise of water occasionally dripping from the faucet.
Katsuki wasnt moving at first, but then.. suddenly, he stuckhis hand out at Izuku.
The younger boy stared at it in thought for a moment, but then gently grabbed ahold of the sickly boys hand, pulling him up until he was standing up on his own. His eyes rolled back for a moment, and Midoriya felt a strike of panic as Bakugos body fell against him. He kept himself upright, but only thanks to the support that the green eyed boy was aiding him.
"Kacchan.." Izuku held him against himself, deciding that shutting up would be the wisest solution. He rubbed his hands over the other boys back, gently massaging his sore muscles. Admittedly, he was surprised that Bakugo hadn't cursed him out or pushed him off yet, and instead was relishing in the comfort.
Izuku smiled. Not because it was anywhere near a pleasant situation, but because this was a side of Katsuki that he rarely ever saw these days. The side that wasn't so cold and harsh; the side that was vulnerable and damaged, just like everyone else are to some extent.
It was an honor being pledged with the opportunity to see Bakugo in this light, it wasn't something he displayed to anyone without fair reason. It was giving to know that the person who always push you down, actually doesn't hate you as much as they seemed to.
It didn't make up for all Bakugo has done to him, but it made Midoriya momentarily look past it in favor to help an old childhood friend out..
Izuku allowed himself to press a small kiss to Katsukis cheek, seeing as he didn't seem to protest any of his signs of affection. Then, he carefully laced their hands together as they turned to move back to the bedroom.
Izuku briefly stopped by the door, fingers lingering around the doorknob. He turned back to face Katsuki, eyes questioning as he watches his pale face contort in pain.
"Ready?"
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With the two sick boys tucked securely underneath the comfort of the warm blankets, Midoriya movef on to do the clean up duty.
He rinsed out and bleached the bathtub with chloride to the very best of his ability, but his mind was far away from the present.
Fragments of thoughts, splinter of words and drops of silence all spun into a kaleidoscopic clutter inside his brain. It shifted infinitesimally before gradually falling into an ultimate pattern that left him seeing double. Never before had he been in this position, he didn't know quite what to do. He was contemplating what the cause of their sudden sickness could be, and his conclusion eventually landed on food poising. It was the most plausible cause to seek out, considering they had been eating the same thing earlier in the day.
Nonetheless, Midoriya soon found himself searching up remedies on google. He himself has only been food poisoned once, and that was many years ago. The severity could vary so greatly, it was hard to determine the urgency of this specific situation.
The bathroom smelled sharply of the chlorine bleach he'd taken into use, and the odor itself almost brought tears into his eyes.
He sits back, evaluating his clean up work. He's quite pleased, actually. The bathroom is spotless, and he finds himself feeling secure enough return to his momentary roommates.
He filled a couple of cups with water and carefully balanced them in his hands as he pushed back into the bedroom. He was about to salute his roommates with a soft greeting, but he stopped in his tracks as he sees Bakugos side of the bed seeming strangely empty..
He squinted his eyes as he stepped closer, and what he saw causes his heart to skip a beat. There the two boys lay, fast asleep and spooning each other as if there had never been any quarrel or antipathy between them.
The sight itself made Izuku smile, and he had to contain himself to not reach for his phone and snap a picture of them. It wasn't the most important. He knew which part he was bound to play in this, he had to be responsible and comforting.
Nonetheless, if not captured by any electronical device, this view was something Izuku Midoriya would remember for a lifetime.