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“Heyyy, are you okay?”
Uraraka stands in front of the ravenette, staring worryingly at the spaced out expression on her classmate’s face.
”Yeah, I’m okay, why do you ask?”
His voice seems a bit croaky..has he not been drinking enough water?
”You just seem to be a bit more distracted? You weren’t talkative with us today and you especially weren’t very teasing with Bakugo as you usually are—also, your face looks pretty pale and you look incredibly tired! Are you sure everything is okay?” Uraraka asks once again, her voice pitching for the theatrics of her sentences.
”Ah..uhm, I guess you can say I’m a bit restless, Munchqi kept sleeping almost for the entirety of the day and sneezing. I had no idea Senko could sneeze..”
Urarakam’s light bulb clicked right there and then!
”Vince, I think you’re sick! What are your symptoms?!”
Vince looks at his classmate with a slow reaction right before his light bulb clicked. “Ahh-uhhh, I feel like I’m in a sauna—” Vince was about to continue before being caught off by a screeching high-pitched voice.
”We’re being burned alive! What is this specimen’s quirk we’re copying? How weak are we to even use it’s quirk, how low is our life getting to?!” Munchqi complains as it’s facial features appear on Vince’s voidless hair. “No, no, Munchqi! Well...in a way, it’s like a villain but attacks your body system. It’s invisible, unfortunately it got Vince.” Munchqi gasps drastically, worried whimpers and mutters flows through the air.
Whoops.
“B-But don’t worry, Munchqi! Vince will be taken care of by me! So you don’t need to continue that rambling of yours, you’re starting to sound a lot like a certain boy!” Uraraka comforts the whimpering quirk, patting it (technically patting Vince’s hair) to make it feel at ease.
”What— Vince is sick?! Uraraka, we must take him to get assistance!” A strict voice comes out of no where. Vince lazily follows where the voice came from. “Iida, shhhhush. It’s really late at night already, I really don’t want the others to wake up! Especially Midoriya...” Uraraka warns the stern boy, raising her index finger to Iida’s lips. “Sorry, it’s just that I heard talking. Vince, how are you feeling?”
Vince stares at Iida with a dazed look, his body aching and his body temperature spiking. “You should already tell he’s very much not okay, come on, Vince, let’s get you to your room— wait, we finally get to see your room! You’re so secretive with it, you’re so much like Tokoyami, sadly you got us to actually not enter your room.” Uraraka nervously says before grabbing Vince’s wrists softly. “Would you like to take care of him with me, Iida?” Iida huffs, directing his arms to go robot mode, “Of course! What kind of friend would I be if I denied?!” Uraraka smiles at the response.
Groans and mumbling can be heard by the sick student, his head beating and beating with a painful rhythm as Munchqi complains. Vince feels as though he might die there and then on his bed. “Munchqi, please, PLEASE, be quiet. You’re so loud.” Vince begs to his talking quirk, wiping the sweat off his neck that had travelled from his forehead. “How can I be quiet?! It’s so painful, it feels like we copied the anger issue’s quirk, why are we so sweaty?“ Vince whines when he felt his legs ache, everything pains him. The ravenette decides the heat was too much. Fingers grab onto the edge of the soaked shirt, shimmying it off to try and relief the painful heat traveling throughout his body.
”Vince’s room seems so normal! He doesn’t seem the type to just have a bed and a few furniture in his room. I thought it would like Tokoyami’s room: dark and mysterious!” Uraraka whispers to her classmate, keeping her voice down since Iida informed her to. Iida chuckles lightly, agreeing with his fellow classmate. “I guess so..”
”What’s on your mind, Uraraka?”
Uraraka squeaks at the sudden question, it’s almost like Iida read her mind of thoughts! “I-I don’t know..it feels like we invaded Vince’s space. He was just standing there in the kitchen, alone. I feel terrible for disturbing him, but he looked so exhausted. I couldn’t just ignore that, I care about him, he’s my friend, you can say.” Iida hums in agreement as Uraraka continues to speak her mind. “I think it was right for us to check on him. Now, let’s stop discussing and hurry, Vince needs the compress Who knows what happened to Vince.” Uraraka giggles when a thought came to mind, “Imagine he’s asleep right now? Aw, Munchqi sleeping is so adorable, there really isn’t no denying towards that.”
As Iida goes to open the door, groaning and mumbles can be heard from the other side. A screeching voice wails in pain. Uraraka and Iida share a look of worry and horror of what they might see.
Vince has mentioned he’s never been sick in his entire life. His symptoms are terrible than they should be!
Iida lingers his fingers onto the door knob, swinging it open when he’s heard enough of the painful noises.
They couldn’t believe what had in storage for them when Iida opened that door.
So many scars, so many deep old wounds, every side of their classmate’s body is filled with them. How did this...
”Iida...you...you guys are here.” Vince struggles to form his sentence without having a drowsing act in his voice. But you can easily see the panic and anger defining those tears rolling down Vince’s eyes. The aura of the room shifting so quickly for the two ‘caretakers’. “I-I’m sorry, I promise, these were not from the use of Munchqi!” The hurt boy tries to joke, but the tears and the tightness of his throat caused him to stutter and lose track of his upcoming, deflecting jokes. “You know, every becoming hero has their dark backstory, mine just happens not to include my quirk. A very foretelling backstory, one that totally stands out!” Another deflection after the other.
”Where..who did that to you?”
Vince takes his focus off his crap jokes to focus on the awfully worrisome brunette, her fingers covering her mouth because of the absolute horrendous view. Shame and embarrassment run through Vince’s mind, afraid they might pity him, might look down at him when he’s supposed to be the bravest and beloved (future) hero! Not one who’s body can be easily targeted by a villain or anyone.
“It doesn’t matter! Please, j-just give me that compress and leave me be.” Vince exclaims, grabbing his shirt and putting it on awkwardly, he hates the eyes on his body, these shameful scars, his—
Vince’s breath lacked as he felt arms wrap so safely around him, a loving feeling that can’t be so quickly familiarized by the boy.
”It matters to us, don’t ever push your problems and emotions away, especially with us!...We care so much about you,
DON’T YOU EVER FORGET THAT!”