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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Title: Hold
Summary: Izuku has always been something of a son to him.
(One-Shot) (Dad Might)
WARNING FOR MENTIONS OF BLOOD/PAST VIOLENCE
WARNING: descriptions of vomit below!
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Nishinoya didn’t consider that chugging a gallon of milk was maybe, just possibly a really stupid idea until he felt it coming back up his throat.
To his credit, he had completed the Milk Gallon Challenge, and thanks to Asahi’s help, he’d recorded the whole thing on film.
However, the first few seconds of him vomiting it all back up were also recorded on film.
Noya was shocked at the force with which the milk came back up his throat. He fell to his knees as his whole body shook with heaves and a nasty mixture of milk and stomach acid rushed out of his nose and mouth. He vaguely heard Asahi call his name, but Noya couldn’t even breathe, let alone assure the older boy that he was alright.
As far as Noya was concerned, he was quite far from alright, anyway. After two minutes of near-continuous puking, he began to see stars dance in front of his eyes and he felt himself swaying on his hands and knees.
Asahi’s voice steadied him a bit, and his large hands on Noya’s sides even more so. “Breathe, Noya, come on. You’re okay.”
Being comforted by Asahi, the most anxious person Noya had ever met, was odd, but it was also incredibly reassuring. If Asahi wasn’t worried, then he could trust that.
Still, by the end of five minutes of struggling for breath, he couldn’t help but be a bit shaken up. After he finally choked up the last of his stomach contents, Noya flopped back into Asahi’s waiting arms. The older boy smiled, but didn’t speak, much to Noya’s surprise.
“You told me not to,” Noya rasped exhaustedly.
Asahi nodded. “I did.”
“You should be mad at me for not listening to your advice.”
At that, Asahi laughed. “Well, I think your body is angry enough at you for the both of us.”
Noya’s eyes widened, and he snuggled his face into Asahi’s chest, his cheeks burning red as he remembered once again that he had the best boyfriend in the world.
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I'm not a bad cook. I'M NOT. Just sometimes things go wrong on the kitchen and sometimes it's nature's fault
Borderlines - Kindle edition by K.L. Somniate. Romance Kindle eBooks @ Amazon.com.
All I wanna say is that you can read up to chapter 19 in kindle preview.
And you can tell me yourself if you think I write like a twelve year old.