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“Dude”
“Dude” the persistent voice kept calling, someone was shaking his body now, rocking him back and forth from his shoulder, “dude wake up”
He didn’t even realize he was sleeping. He tried to open his eyelids but the instant light hit them he had to wince away at the immense brightness. He tried blinking a few more times before his body registered he had woken up and he finally opened his eyes.
Where the fuck was he?
He was slumped down on a desk, but it wasn’t his desk, or his school desk. He looked down at the wooden desk, and realized it was a table. The common room table.
Right, he was helping Kirishima with homework. And speaking of, Kirishima was sitting right next him, hand on his shoulder, looking at him with big eyes way too fucking close for his comfort.
“The fuck you lookin at” he grumbled, voice coming off way more tired and gruff than he’s used to.
“Dude you fell asleep”
“No I didn’t”
“Yeah you did. You were gone for like forty minutes now, I finished my homework”
No way he just slept on the table for forty fucking minutes straight. He doesn’t even remember getting there in the first place. His head hurts ugh.
“Are you alright bro?”
“I’m fucking fine. Just didn’t get much sleep that’s all”
“Well, it’s getting kinda late actually, we should both head upstairs and get ready for bed”
Bakugou hummed and started packing his things and they both went to the elevator quietly.
Bakugou felt fucking exhausted, he doesn’t know what led him to feel so tired though. It was a Sunday, he got enough sleep tonight and didn’t train beyond his limits (cause honestly he’s been feeling a little tired since noon), he chilled around and after dinner sat to help kirishima with math. He shouldn’t feel this beyond exhausted.
Every step he took felt heavy, and his head throbbing was only made worse by the flickering elevator lights.
The walk to their rooms was quiet and it was only when they separated at their individual rooms that Kirishima said “good night, man, get some sleep”
Bakugou yawned and mumbled a “night” back, before hurrying back to his room and collapsing on the bed. He was out like a light.
Next time he woke up, light was creeping in from his window, assaulting his eyelids and forcing him out of sleep.
“Nhg” he groaned.
He was covered in sweat, shirt sticking to his clammy back, but he was also freezing, he realized, as a nasty shiver ripped its way up his spine. He rubbed his eyes until he started to see weird colors and groaned loudly again.
He tries to sit up in his bed as his vision is being covered by tiny little black dots, and he can feel the blood rushing out of his face as he’s being hit by this really intense dizzy spell.
And then, just then, of course it had to be when he feels like he’s practically going to faint, his alarm rings.
It’s like daggers through his ears right into his brain, and fuck, he woke up before his alarm? He waits for the dizzy spell to pass before basically smacking his alarm until it stopped ringing.
He blinks heavy eyelids, and notices how still exhausted he feels. Even more, if he’s being honest. Every joint of his body hurts, his bones too. There’s a headache that’s sitting so tight on his forehead and temples, he thinks his head might explode.
He has to get his shit together.
Despite his body protesting every movement he still manages to get himself to the common bathrooms.
His morning run can wait one morning. He’s in no shape to run and he knows it. He needs a shower.
The shower does well in rinsing his sweat soaked body and hair, and it did help to wake him up a little, but it did nothing to help the soreness in his limbs, and now as his hair was still drying off it made him feel cold. Like really cold. He started shivering while looking for his school jacket to throw on.
Today’s gonna suck ass.
He decides to take some pain killers, but he needs to take them on a full stomach, so he opts to make himself a small breakfast.
Even though his appetite was basically none, he forced himself to eat a bowl of porridge and drink some tea. He was glad it was still too early for anyone to come down and see him struggle to keep his breakfast down.
It was like with every bite it would just sit heavier and higher in his stomach, and the last couple of bites really felt like they had personally offended him.
He quickly popped two pills, making sure no one had seen him, and decided to head to class early.
He takes his time, enjoying the walk through the campus. It was a cold morning but the sun was shining directly warming him and he could see his breath fogging up in the air. The longer walk helped a little to settle his stomach, but when he finally got to class he was already sweating.
To his surprise, he wasn’t the first one in class, and was greeted by an over eager four-eyes with way too much energy for this early in the morning, and bakugou just hums in response and sits heavily in his seat.
Bakugou zones out, trying to force his eyelids to stay open as more extras start to arrive and the class starts to fill up.
“Bakugou” Kirishima exclaims as he enters the classroom, “I haven’t seen you all morning”
“Well I’m here” he mumbles and stifles a yawn.
Kirishima is standing next to him now, looking like he’s scanning him from top to bottom
“Whad’ya want?” He snarls
“Are you okay?”
“Shut up. I’m fine.”
“I don’t know man, you look..off? Weird? I dunno but something’s off”
“The fuck that mean?!? I told you I’m FUCKING FINE so just fuckin DROP IT” he tries to yell as his palms start cackling and sparkling and before he can even think of igniting his quirk, he feels like a cap on his powers and the sparks immediately stop. He turns to see his homeroom teacher with red glowing eyes staring straight at him.
“Class has started, please gather in your seats” Aizawa interrupted, “And please, let’s contain our quirks for training only” he added while looking flatly at Bakugou.
Bakugou stared straight back at him and grumbled to himself while sitting back in his seat.
Concentrating in class was proving to be much harder of a task than he had anticipated. The headache seemed to claw at his brain much harder, squeezing away any chance at comprehending whatever was being said in class. Also his stomach, it started to hurt as well, moving unhappily around.
A drop of water fell down onto his empty notebook sheet. He looked around to find the source of the leak, and then he realized it was him. He was just that damn sweaty. And with that realization he also realized how hot he was. Scolding hot. He took off his jacket and was immediately hit by a breeze on his damp back, making him shiver. Fuck he felt nauseous.
“Bakugou” Aizawa stops in the middle of his speech to look right at him. He didn’t realize he raised his hand until then.
“I uh..” he gulps and swallows heavily, “can I-uh..can I go to the bathroom?”
Aizawa squints his eyes and looks at bakugou for a second too long before responding “sure, go ahead”.
Bakugou hurries to the toilets and kneels on the tiles of the first available stall he saw. He doesn’t actually throw up, but god he feels like he’s going to. Instead he just spits sour watery saliva while trying to catch his breath. He tries to dry heave a couple times, but nothing comes up. He doesn’t really feel much better at all, but he decides he needs to get back to class before it’s too suspicious.
He washes his face, noting his pale demeanor and tired and sunken features, and hopes splashing some water on his face will somehow make him look a little more alive.
He stumbles back to his seat, ignoring Aizawa and the extra’s questioning eyes, and zones out for the rest of the class.
The bell rings and the class is slowly starting to empty when Deku touches his back and brings him out of his haze. Bakugou hates when people touch his back, it brings up bad memories, and he immediately flinches and hisses towards the nerd.
“Don’t touch me” he sneers
“Sorry Kacchan!” He’s starting to rumble, “you just looked really out of it and we have to get changed for P.E, and are you okay? You seem kinda unfocused, and-”
“Shut up. I’m fine.”
He was definitely not fine, but he’s not gonna tell Deku of all people that he feels like shit. He’s gonna suck it up, go to P.E and maybe just maybe tell Aizawa that he’s not 100% today, cause if he's gonna make them run Bakugou just might actually puke.
“Just shut up and move already so I can go”
He really didn’t have any better comebacks for him, he’s too tired and the nerd is getting on his nerves.
He managed to change and make it into P.E on time, but he was absolutely shivering cold in the training wear.
The universe obviously hates him today so of course the warm-up Aizawa gave them was four laps around the tracks.
As he ran, the coldness was quickly replaced with heat, too much heat actually. Bakugou's face and his body felt way too warm. Every step bolting through his stomach, making his breakfast sit higher every time his feet touched the ground. He felt lightheaded, and out of breath.
He swallowed a biter-sweet acidic lump and suppressed the gag that followed.
He’s going to be sick.
He quickly dashes out of the track, and gives one final sprint until he reaches for Aizawa, who looks at him with a raised eyebrow.
Bakugou, hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath, swallows thickly, and then he swallows again.
“I don’t feel so good” he whispered in defeat
“What did you say?”
“That I don’t-fuck. I don't feel good” he whined
“Hmm, yea, I figured that out”, his teacher replied, “You do look unwell. Anything specific that’s bothering you?”
“I don’t know..” he put his hand on his neck and looked down at his feet, “I just feel sick”
“Let’s send you to the infirmary?”
“No, no! I’m fine! Really. I just need a minute and It’ll pass”
“Okay, okay. Why won’t you sit down at the benches for a bit, drink some water, catch your breath, and we’ll see if you need to go to recovery girl then, okay?” Aizawa offered with a softer demeanor than Bakugou’s ever heard from him
“Fine” bakugou grits his teeth and sits unsteadily on a bench.
His arms rest on his thighs, holding his head while he’s trying to manage his breathing. The nausea looming over him.
The class has finished running, and bakugou thinks Aizawa told the rest of the extras not to come by him cause he keeps seeing Kirishima try to sneak in looks on him while Aizawa is explaining the class their next exercise.
The class forms a few groups and everyone is deep into the new drills they’ve completely forgotten about him and he can no longer spot a set of questioning eyes on him.
That’s great, cause this is the exact moment where Bakugou can feel his breakfast creeping back up.
He tries to swallow it again, but this time it doesn’t work, it just angers his stomach a lot more and it decides to heave in revenge.
At first he just gags and nothing comes up, but then he gags again and with it a light stream of watery vomit.
Bakugou coughs and gags again, and this time it seems to actually bring up something substantial, he hears a loud splash and cringes. He can feel the porridge coming back up, more sour, sweeter and acidic than it did coming down. He feels little chunks at the base of his throat and shudders, bringing another thick wave of vomit with him to the ground.
He can feel a strong hand on his back, he flinches, and turns his gaze to see his homeroom teacher by his side, patting his back. He lurches and vomits more.
Gosh he feels bad. He feels fucking horrible. He’s pretty sure he’s just projectile vomited all over the ground, and he’s pretty fucking sure he’s sick.
And fuck, really. He hadn’t been sick since he was a little brat. He totally forgot how shitty it feels when your body turns on you.
He shivers and shakes while his breath slowly returns to normal, spitting once or twice on the ground.
Aizawa’s grip tightens on his back, he rubs his back one more time before moving his hand to Bakugou’s forehead and then his cheeks. “I think you need to see recovery girl”
“Ugh” he whined
“Come on, you’re running a fever”
And with how bad he’s feeling, yeah he’s not surprised.
“Do you want a classmate to walk you to her office?”
“No I’m fine”
Aizawa raised an eyebrow, “well, if it isn’t clear you’re excused from class for the rest of the day, and tomorrow as well.”
“But-“ Bakugou tried to protest
“You can return to class once recovery girl confirms that you’re healthy, got it?”
Bakugou nods his head in defeat and turns to start walking to the clinic
“Oh and Bakugou-“ Aizawa adds, bakugou turns his head around and looks at him, “get well soon.”
“Thnks”