my part of a collab with @kushami-hime so keep an eye out for their part!
all character are adults 20-25
Aizawa raises an eyebrow when Midoriya is exactly on time for work as always. He hadn't expected to see him after the way Bakugou had been shambling around during patrol the night before. He had fully expected the young instructor to call out in an attempt to get the hero to rest, but Midoriya is pulling out his things and settling in at his desk to prepare for his first class of the day as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened at all.
He must have been looking too hard, because the boy in question looks up and meets his questioning gaze with one of his own.
“Good morning, Aizawa-sensei.” He says brightly, shuffling a pile of papers. Aizawa resists the urge to roll his eyes at the honorific.
“I'm surprised to see you here, problem child,” he says, blinking languidly as he takes a drink of his coffee. He sees the moment Izuku takes his bait, curiosity lighting up his eyes.
“Dynamite was looking a bit worse for wear on patrol last night, I was certain you'd be at home coddling him to death,” Aizawa says dryly.
Several emotions flash over Izuku’s face in an instant before he masks it with his normal bright smile.
“Ah, Kacchan was still at the agency when I left this morning. He sent me a text saying he had some paperwork that needed to be done. What do you mean he wasn't looking good?” Izuku presses, papers forgotten in a pile on his desk. He fidgets with his tie.
“slow and uncoordinated. A bit like a student if you ask me, stumbling around like it was his first night on patrol,” Aizawa scoffs. Katsuki had been slower and less coordinated than normal, but really it was hardly a stain on his reputation, Aizawa probably only noticed because he had such an intimate knowledge of his improvements. Really he mostly looked tired, and pale. Midodiya’s face pinches in worry.
“He had a bit of a headache before he left, but he wasn’t complaining or anything, not that Kacchan ever complains…” Midoriya is trailing off in his normal mutterings as his mind wanders into theories about how he could have missed the fact that Kacchan was getting sick and let him go into work. Then he wasn’t even home to insist that he rest when he gets back.
Aizawa hides a grin behind his weapon. At least now he knows there’s no way Bakugou will be showing up for his double that night.
He doesn’t care how much these boys grow up, it’s his job to protect his students. And with Midoriya and Bakugou, that includes protecting them from themselves.
“Do you think you could find someone to cover my classes for today? I'd like to go check on Kacchan?” Midoriya says, having snapped out of his anxious rambling. He's already packing his things up before he hears an answer. Surely sensei wouldn't have told him about Kacchan if he wasn't supposed to do something about it.
Midoriya flashes a smile before disappearing out of the room, not even listening for an answer.
When he returns to their apartment, he's relieved to find Kacchan sitting on the couch with his feet on the coffee table. He even has his glasses on! That's strike one. The ones he insists he doesn't need, but always come out when his headaches get especially bad.
The blond looks up in surprise at the door opening again so early. His eyes narrow sharply.
“What are you doing home?” He asks suspiciously. Midoriya fidgets slightly in the doorway as he hangs up his bag and coat.
“I wanted to see Kacchan. Is that such a crime? He asks. Katsuki knuckles his nose and the skin instantly flushes pink. He must have been rubbing it a lot. Izuku leaves his shoes at the door and goes toward where Kacchan is sitting on the couch. His nose is starting to wrinkle slightly at the bridge like he's annoyed at something, but Izuku knows better. The hand comes up again to scrub at it, starting at the bridge and pinch rubbing all the way down to his irritated nostrils. He sniffs sharply, but it sounds wetter than it should and Izuku’s pretty sure he can hear Kacchan's breath hitching under his iron clad control. Izuku sits beside Kacchan and rubs his shoulder. He can feel the tension there. They've been working on it, but Kacchan still has a hard time not thinking of himself as weak and lesser than when he's unwell, add to that his natural need to protect and the anxiety starts to get him, driving him to hide himself away like a feral animal. Izuku can't help smiling at the way Kacchan's nose is twitching. He's just so cute!
“Kacchan, your nose is twitching,” he teases. Kacchan looks up sharply, losing his focus on fighting the sneeze back.
“Huh?!” It only takes that one exclamation for him to lose the control he had been so carefully crafting. He turns sharply away and pinches his nose shut tightly, snapping forward with a couple carefully contained sneezes.
“Hihh-GNDt…ehTDGnn’huh,” a couple of congested coughs follow, seeming to catch them both by surprise.
“B-bless you Kacchan! Don't hold them in that. You're gonna hurt yourself,” Izuku fusses, pulling at Kacchan's arm.
“Fuckin. Ugh,” Kacchan scrubs his face with both hands. Izuku moves closer to him.
“Back up, Deku,” Katsuki growls. That's more of a tell than anything else. Kacchan loves it when Izuku’s close to him, but he's always so worried about spreading things between them. It's about the only time he wants his space anymore.
“Huh'ktch heh'ptSCH'uh,” the next sniffle is thicker. Deku pulls at his arm again.
“Kacchan stop,” he fusses. Kacchan still has his back to Deku.
“Don't fuckin tell me what to do. I'm fuckin fine,” he grumbles. His voice is a little weak around the edges.
“I don't know, you're wearing your glasses in the middle of the day. And you're being all shy,” Izuku teases.
“I'm not fuckin shy,” Kacchan protests.
“Then why haven't you looked at me since I got here?” Izuku asks, goading Kacchan into looking at him. He looks tired with his red rimmed eyes and pink nose.
“Kacchan's so pretty,” Izuku says cupping his face and leaning in for a kiss but Kacchan turns his head at the last second so he can't. Strike two.
“Kacchan, why didn't you come home this morning?” Izuku asks. Katsuki scrubs at his nose again sniffling.
“Had paperwork to do, nerd. Miss me that much?” He asks, a feral grin on his face. Before Izuku can even think of answering, Kacchan's face collapses again, but this time Izuku is able to intercept his hands before they can pinch his nose shut.
“hyeh’GkT’schew! Hyeh’EhgkT’shyuhhh
Fuck, why would you do that. Couldn't even cover my damn mouth. Fuckin gross,” Katsuki mutters. He's a mix of pissed and anxious. Strike three.
“Bless you, Kacchan. Are you feeling okay?” Izuku asks, nudging the tissues closer to Katsuki.
“I'm fucking fine,” Kacchan growls scrubbing his nose with the heel of his hand. It's starting to sore from how rough Kacchan's hands are. Izuku catches Kacchan's hands in his own.
“Gentle. You're rubbing your nose raw,” he chides gently.
“Don't touch me,” Kacchan snaps, snatching his hands back. He seems like he's trying to disappear into himself.
“It's okay for you not to be feeling well. I want to take care of you,” Izuku says. Katsuki growls.
“I'm fine. Just keep your distance.” He muffles a couple coughs into his elbow.
“Kacchan,” Izuku says, rubbing his shoulder, “you don't need to hide from me.”
“Not hiding anything,” Kacchan growls, but his breath hitches a little and he scrubs it, creasing the tip.
“You look like you need to sneeze,” Izuku comments. Kacchan glares at him, but his eyes are watery. He jerks into his elbow with a couple sneezes. They tear through his whole body in a way that looks a little painful.
Izuku gets up and kisses the top of his head. He can feel heat pouring off the explosive hero.
“I'm going to make some tea,” he says, cupping Kacchan’s chin. Izuku smoothes a hand over his cheek, able to feel a bit of swelling along his sinuses.
Kacchan gives a desperately itchy gasp before pulling away sharply, stifling a couple sneezes into his fist.
“Bless you,” Izuku says, turning away to hide his smile. Kacchan is just too cute.
Izuku sets the mug of tea in front of Kacchan, who immediately leans forward to take it. He grits his teeth and groans softly as he leans back with the cup. The shift in sinus pressure made his eyes water.
Izuku goes to find a box of tissues and when he comes back, Kacchan looks like he's about to sneeze again. Izuku takes the cup of tea from him and replaces it with a couple tissues.
“Don't hold them in, you're gonna give yourself a headache,” he says. Kacchan is too caught up in the oncoming sneezes to reply, but when he sneezes, they aren't stifled. They manage to tumble out of him like they were mad he had been holding back for so long. When he finally manages a breath, Kacchan looks a little punch drunk and Izuku is ready with more tissues.
“Bless you, here, blow your nose,” he says, rubbing Kacchan's shoulder. He's gotta be sore, he's burning up.
“Did you feel this bad yesterday? Izuku asks. Kacchan shakes his head.
“It was cold, fucks with my quirk,” he mutters. Izuku rolls his eyes.
“I think you mean you have a cold and shouldn't have been using your quirk,” Izuku says. Kacchan growls, but it dissolves into a short coughing fit. He closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose.
“Ugh fine. I've got a fucking cold,” he says, “how'd you even know?”
Izuku just smiles and leans in to kiss Kacchan's cheek.
“I know you,” Izuku says, not willing to give up his informant.
“The fuckin Hobo told you didn't he,” Kacchan grumbles. Izuku just kisses his shoulder.
