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Aizawa stumbled to the 1A dorms where his room was, he marginally made it to his room before he burst into a coughing fit. Aizawa groaned as he felt his throat go dry and hoarse. Had he seriously just caught the flu from class 1A? His eyes felt heavier than usual. No. He hadn't caught anything. He was fine, he was completely fine. That was until he felt a wave of nausea come over him and instinctively he sprinted for the bathroom. He cursed loudly after he threw up everything in his system.
He was still shaking when he tried to stand up so he quickly sat back onto his knees, head resting on his arm which was grasping at the toilet seat. He couldn't be sick, he wasn't allowed to be sick. He still had to take care of Class 1A and make sure they didn't go sauntering over to the League of Villains. It'd be fine he could hide it, the worst thing that could happen now was for someone to come into his room-
Aizawa froze when he heard someone knocking on his door.
"Mr Aizawa, Denki caused a power out in the kitchen again... and now he's short-circuited..." Izuku, the number one problem child he knows, whined.
Aizawa opened his mouth to respond but at that moment he was overcome with nausea again. He turned back to the toilet instinctively but Izuku started to get worried when Aizawa didn't answer.
"Sensei? Are you in??" He whispered before opening the door slowly, thankfully it creaked loudly giving Aizawa a warning.
He stood up swallowing any remaining vomiting sensation and turned on the tap to imitate washing his hands.
"Oh... sorry sensei, You didn't respond so I got nervous." The boy squeaked.
Aizawa grunted a response, his head was burning, it felt like someone was slamming a burning hot hammer into his head making it ring and ache painfully. His eyes were sore too, his nose was starting to block up and he felt like he had a fever, all the signs pointed to illness but Aizawa wouldn't take it. He followed Deku slowly to the kitchen where the power had gone, listening quietly to the situation and he glanced towards Denki who wasn't short-circuited anymore. He apologised, a lot. Aizawa said nothing and slowly walked to the power box and flicked some switches off and on. He smiled a little when all the students gasped at the flickering lights as they powered on. They sometimes couldn't figure things out themselves, could they?
Aizawa grimaced when a sharp pain stabbed into his head. Could he keep this up, yes just until night then he'd sleep it off and would be fine? He frowned when he heard the students murmuring about no punishments so he was about to dish some out but, his head made him refuse and walk away. He slumped on the couch trying to shut his eyes when he heard the doorbell. This aggravated him because it was incredibly loud and it made his head retaliate in response.
He stayed still not knowing who had come in until he felt someone lean over him and then kiss him quickly. He couldn't force the smile down, Hizashi. At this point the kids of Class 1A somehow didn't know that Aizawa and Hizashi were a thing so Aizawa didn't like showing affection when they were around, he found it embarrassing.
"What did I say about kissing me in the dorms when the students are around.." He mumbled, eyes still shut.
"The kids left to play with Eri..." Yamada replied, he put his hand on Aizawaas forehead to pull back his hair but instead his eyes widened in surprise.
"Shouta, you are hot,"
"You've told me before," Aizawa smirked.
"No Shouta! Your forehead! It's burning up!" Aizawa sat up when he heard the worry in his boyfriend's voice.
"It's nothing, I'm fine." Aizawa walked to his room.
"Shouta what-" Yamada raised an eyebrow. He didn't even say goodbye!
Later Aizawa only appeared when he smelled Bakugou's cooking. It reminded him he was hungry, so he wandered into the kitchen and grabbed a juice pouch. He felt considerably worse than before, his head was killing him and he felt like passing out, the tiredness was crawling over him threateningly.
"Oh hey, Sensei!" Kirishima grinned, Aizawa bearly registered this and mumbled a reply.
"Sensei, you don't look good." Denki smiled nervously at their teacher.
"Yeah old man you seem more dead than usual." Bakugou snarled. All the kids stared at their teacher wearily.
"I'm fine-" Aizawa paused his eyes fluttered shut as he crumpled to the floor, everything darkening around him.
When Aizawa came around he groaned loudly, his head hurt so god damn much. He was on the couch with a blanket and a cold towel on his forehead. He turned around to find most of class 1A frightened watching him.
"Wh... what?" Aizawa groaned again, "How long was I out for..." He muttered.
"10 minutes old man. " Bakugou replied.
"Ah..." Aizawa said, annoyed at himself.
"Sir, you are ill, you have a fever and a stuffed nose. The flu that has been spreading through the class." Iida declared.
"It's not that bad-" Aizawa began,
"You passed out mid-sentence sensei," Mina said.
"Look none of you are taking care of me any way you have school, I need to teach and I'll be fine, I'll take medicine and be okay," Aizawa explained.,
"I have someone who can take care of you.." Jirou chirruped.
The kids and Aizawa raised an eyebrow. Jirou picked up her phone.
"Present Mic Sensei, I believe you need to get over here." Jirou smiled, she knew Aizawa wouldn't get out of this now. Aizawa scrunched up his nose. Damn it.
"Ah, I forgot about Hiza- Present Mic," Aizawa grumbled, and in that instant, Yamada appeared moving the children aside and mumbling something to them.
"Oh, Shouta..." Hizashi, smirked, " I told you you were sick." He leaned over Aizawa cupping his cheek in his hand.
"Hey- what did I say about this sorta thing in front of the kids?!" Aizawa hissed.
"They left Aizawa, you should check your surroundings before you scold me, you silly grumpy ma,n." Yamada chuckled.
"I'm fine," Aizawa said before, spluttering into a coughing fit.
"Really?" Yamada murmured before he handed Aizawa a cup with something in it.
"What's this?" Came the immediate question.
"Cough syrup, Mucosulavan. Now drink." Yamada frowned.
Aizawa downed it in one and sat up, "I still need to teach Hizashi." He started, "So I admire all this get well soon shit but I have to make lesson plans."
He made a go for his room but Yamada blocked it, "Shouta don't make me call Nemi. I know you love your kids but two days off work will not kill you... or them."
"Hizashi, I love you but you do not understand how troublesome these 16-year-olds are." He shoved Yamada aside entered his room and flopped onto his spinny chair.
"Shouta you're being troublesome by not taking two days off. I'm sure Nezu will force it if you don't willingly." Yamada smiled pulling back strands of hair that covered Aizawa's face.
His face glowed as Shouta turned on his computer, and Yamada slapped the screen down.
"One more chance. I've sent an email to Nezu, to take two days off. I'll spend some time with you, making sure you're okay and giving you your medicine." He smirked invitingly.
"We can cuddle and watch movies and sleep together..." He drawled on noticing Aizawa's pause in movement.
Aizawa bit his quivering lip, he loved his husband but he was a manipulative ass-hole. He always got his way. Though cuddling up on a couch and watching a movie didn't seem so bad...
"I hate you." Was the curt reply. Aizawa's ears were burning and so was his face, why did he let this man care for him so much? Yamada hugged Aizawa kissing his cheek.
"I knew you would say yes." He said through consistent small kisses he peppered onto Aizawa's neck and Aizawa squirmed, the light action was always one that made him embarrassed the most. Hizashi had unlocked this secret way back, and he used it to his advantage, maybe or as a simple act of love to maactawa flustered.
"Tch.. stop," Aizawa mumbled trying his hardest not to smile, he was annoyed that he let Yamada take control over his decision and now he was trying to make him happy.
"Mmm... you need to get into lighter clothes you are extremely hot." Yamada pressed his hand against Aizawa's forehead.
Aizawa stood up and grabbed his pyjamas but was stopped and handed shorts instead of those comfortable sweatpants he usually preferred.
"You know, you don't have to use the bathroom..." Hizashi purred.
Aizawa immediately stalked off to the bathroom, not wanting to let this flirtatious Hizashi get the best of him in the Class 1A dorms.
He walked back in to find Hizashi snuggled in his bed with a computer on his chest. He patted the bed grinning widely. Aizawa crawled into the bed staring at the computer.
"Hizashi this is stupid, I could've sent 5 emails by now and graded 2 papers," Aizawa grumbled with an oh-so-hoarse voice.
Yamada grinded his teeth together, still smiling but more annoyed.
"Shota. You will rest until I tell you you can work, alright?" He said firmly.
Aizawa chuckled but, spluttered into a coughing fit.
"Your not very convincing." He managed to say through the coughs.
"Well, how you like it if I dragged your ass to recovery girls office? Hm?" Yamada smirked at Aizawas silence. "No? That's exactly what I thought."
"Fine fine, I'll take a nap and then, if I feel better, which I will, you have. to let me do what I want." Aizawa slid under the bed sheets as he felt Yamada's weight lift disappear as Yamada stood up.
"Sure, now I have a class to watch over but All Might is still here, it's like you forget he lives here with you, he'll watch class 1A." Yamada said and as he turned to say goodbye he grinned as Aizawa was already fast asleep. He blew a kiss in his direction and then, humming a tune, left Aizawa's room.
Aizawa wasn't asleep once Yamada had left but he soon was, his eyes were droopy and his eyelids were heavy, his brain felt like fluff and then, nothing. He'd conked out on the pillow.
Aizawa woke with a start, his head fuzzy, but sweating and his heart beating incredibly fast. He felt shivers down his spine and felt like he had frostbite but he also felt like stripping all his clothes off because the heat was unbearable. He groaned, his head hurt like hell and his nose was so stuffed up he had to breathe out of his mouth. He stood up slowly so as to not make his head hurt more but it did anyway. He stumbled to the kitchen rummaging around through the medicine cabinet.
God it was killing him, he shoved two pills into his mouth and swallowed without any water, he fumbled around for the light switch because it hurt his head to strain his eyes in the dark. He hissed when his fingers hit the switch and the light instantly attempted to blind him. It almost succeeded. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and found Hizashi's contact. He hesitated to send a message, he thought it would make him look stupid but, right now his head was throbbing and he couldn't explain his feelings, he was... he groaned at the thought of it, desperate. Desperate for attention, for affection for anything to distract himself from this darn cold.
And so, 15 minutes later, Yamada came, he found Aizawa huddled up in a blanket on the couch with an ice pack on his head. Yamada barely held in the laughter for 2 seconds.
"Sho- why the ice pack?" Yamada snorted and laughed in between words.
"Shut up. It's obviously for the fever, it's just rational." Aizawa said sternly his dark eyes like daggers, peeping out from the pink cozy blanket.
This only caused Yamada to burst out into further fits of laughter leaving Aizawa bubbling with rage for minutes on end. Finally, Yamada calmed down and flopped down next to Aizawa gently caressing his forehead. He planted a kiss on his cheek and smiled.
"Is it as rational as your text to me?" He smirked. And Aizawa turned away furiously.
"If I recall it was..., I need you Hizashi, get here as quick as you can-" Yamada snorted but even though Aizawa found it humiliating he knew Yamada was being light-hearted.
Aizawa leaned his head on Yamadas shoulder. "Just... don't move please..." Aizawa murmured.
Yamada seemed surprised and didn't move at all, his face was red at the sudden softness of his dear husband but he didn't mind. He enjoyed seeing this side of Aizawa. Even if it's rare. And so they stayed like that, cuddling up with the occasional movements, like Yamada attempting to get Aizawa to take medicine and bathroom breaks and such. They stayed this way until Aizawa finally couldn't keep his eyes open any longer and he conked out.
2 days later Aizawa awoke feeling much better, yesterday was a repeat of the day before yesterday, so he was somewhat glad he had recovered. He got into his hero outfit and pulled on his boots, he tossed his scarf on and his goggles, he checked all his little pockets in his belt. And then he was off, as he grabbed a juice packet and began his walk to U.A he felt a buzz from the phone in his pocket. He slipped it out and almost laughed at the message, fortunately, no one was there when he did laugh. He preferred no one to see that the "mean, strict" teacher was capable of laughing every once in a while. He quickened his pace and made a sharp turn from his usual route, he'd changed course. Still half snickering Aizawa pull his scar over his face to hide his laughter. He reached to door to the staff lounge and pulled open the door. The first thing he saw was all the staff, Vlad, Ectoplasm, Cementoss, Midnight, Hound Dog, Power Loader, Snipe and All Might all standing over the couch staring in bewilderment. Nemuri, (Midnight) was laughing, this was no surprise to her. Aizawa brushed past everyone, hands in pockets, slouched over. He grinned at Yamada who was lying on the couch shivering with a blanket tossed on him. There were tissues everywhere and Yamada looked a mess.
"Sick are we?" Aizawa asked curiously.
"No. I'm fine." The curt reply came.
Aizawa grinned, he had a long couple of days to get through.