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Shōta knew it would happen eventually. Its just something that's unavoidable when you teach twenty children who you're in close contact with nearly everyday and have a habit of ignoring illness. It happens every year and God, it sucks. More so he knew because of the headaches and that feeling and the constant ache in his joints he's had for the past few days. He always feels like that when he's getting sick. But this year it hit him lile a freight train. His throat feels like sand paper, he has this killer migraine, a full body ache, a runny nose and he feels like he's freezing. He pulls the blankets closer around him, effectively taking most of it away from Hizashi though not realising it. He starts coughing, a series of painful sounding coughs. The fit lasts for a total of 45 seconds. Once he's done he curls in on himself further. He overall just feels really shit at the moment. Everything hurts so bad. He mentally curses his fucked joints. He can't think all that clearly though, his fever making things really cloudy in his mind. The flu has always been terrible for Shōta, one year he had to be hospitalised since he couldn't keep anything down, not even his own stomach acid at a point. That year was one of the worst. Once his class at the time caught wind of the situation they ended up learning their lesson to not come to school when they don't feel well. He just wished they'd learned it earlier. Though he supposes someone else would have probably ended up giving it to him, again, unavoidable.
"Ta, look at me, Shouta" comes a voice that sounds sort of like his Husband's.
Once he looks up at him there he sees the one and only Hizashi, water and pills in his hand and some food on the side table.
Shōta feels like he might vomit at just the sight of food. He definely can't eat right now.
"Oh, Sho you look so pale." Hizashi puts the back of her hand against his forehead. "Yep, definely a fever and probably the flu. Here, I need you to sit up for more, alright?" Comes his partner's soft voice.
Shōta does his best but ends up needing help to which Hizashi provides without hesitance, even with how close they are. He gets handed the pills and water then Hizashi begins supporting his back. He takes the pills. Shit, that was painful, really painful. He hands them the water back.
Hizashi doesn't push him to drink more and just takes it then sets it down on the table. "How about food?"
Shōta weakly shakes his head no. He knows he'll just vomit and he really wants to avoid that right now
Hizashi nods, "Alright sweetie," then fae gently lays the raven haired man back down on the bed and covers him up before picking up the food and disappearing Aizawa's veiw. They end up heading downstairs and setting the food in the fridge to heat up later then back up stairs. Appearing back into his Husbands veiw
Shōta reaches out for him weakly. He wants her to lay down with him, she always helps and he likes their touch a lot.
And like they can read his mind they sit down on the bed, moving Shōta's head into his lap and taking his hand in hers then playing with his hair in the other. He begins singing Shouta's favorite song in a soft voice.
It doesn't take to long for Shōta to pass out. And like always, he has a weird fever dream that makes absolutely no sense.
They spend the rest of the day like that, Shōta resting and Hizashi caring for him.