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The first thing Hizashi noticed when he stepped into his and Shouta’s shared apartment, before he could even shut the front door, was how quiet it was. Now, the quiet wasn’t the issue, per se; Shouta was a quiet man, he wasn’t the reason for the 5 noise complaints currently against them. No, the issue was what accompanied the quiet, the whimpering, coming from the bedroom.
Why the fuck was Shouta whimpering? Hizashi had never heard Shouta whimper in his life. 3 years of UA, 8 years dating, and two years married, and from that Hizashi knew that Shouta fucking Aizawa didn’t whimper. Or, at least, Hizashi never thought he did.
Hizashi put his things down slowly and cautiously made his way towards their bedroom, trying to make sure he didn’t spook Shouta. He had just seen him a few hours ago, he hadn’t been great but it was only a cold, so what could be happening?
*knock knock* “Hey Shou, I’m home. I’m coming in.” No response. He opened the door slowly and peered inside. Everything looked normal, except for the Shouta sized lump in the middle of the bed. The whimpering hadn’t stopped.
“Shou? Shou are ya okay?”
“Hurts” Hizashi got closer to the bed and sat on the edge of it. He placed his hand on Shouta’s forehead.
“Woah babe you’re really hot! Here, let’s get the blankets off ya, ya really don’t need those right now.”
“Cold”
“Okay, but your body is hot as hell hun, and ya need to cool down! Lay here, I’m going to get the thermometer and some ice. I’ll be right back, and I’m taking the blankets cause I know you’re stubborn as hell and you’ll steal ‘em back if I don’t take ‘em.”
Hizashi hurried down the hall and gathered the supplies, all the while muttering and worrying about Shouta. What could have made it get this bad this fast? He was fine this morning, a little grumpy and sluggish maybe, but that’s morning Shouta. He made his way back to his husband quickly and opened the door. Shouta was in the same position as before.
“Shou~ I’m back with your stuff! And I don’t wanna hear any backtalk, you’re clearly sick so just lemme take care of ya.” Hizashi set the stuff down on the nightstand and groaned slightly as he bent to sit on the bed. “Alright, let’s take your temperature lover boy. Can you open your mouth for me?” Shouta complied and the continual whimpering got louder and turned into more of a whine than anything else.
The thermometer beeped. 104° Fahrenheit. 40° Celcius. Shit.
“Shou...Shou...Shouta! There ya are! We need to get ya to the hospital. I know it’s fucking scary but ya need to go, your fever is 40 degrees. Do ya think you can get up? No, scratch that, you can barely open your mouth. I’m gonna just pick ya up. And hopefully not drop ya.” Hizashi shook Shouta’s shoulder until he opened his eyes, then stood up and prepared to pick up the 6 foot tall tank of muscle he called his husband.
“Ngggh, no. Hurt..you. Stand.” Shouta wriggled around pitifully, clearly trying to sit himself up.
“No, no. You’re not trying to stand on your own. I can handle you for a few minutes to get you to the car. Just stay still, it’ll make it easier on both of us.” He made a move to kneel down, but before he could Shouta pushed himself up, or tried to at least. He got halfway sitting up before vomiting the meager contents of what he had managed to eat that day (aka one jelly packet) onto the bed beside himself and collapsing back onto the mattress. Hizashi, fighting all of his emetophobic tendencies telling him to RUN, FUCKING RUN, only backed up off the mattress.
“Oh no. Fuck this shit. I’m calling an ambulance.” But before he could move to get his phone, Shouta let out the highest pitched whine Hizashi had ever heard and then started seizing uncontrollably. Hizashi’s heart dropped.