#sick todoroki

When todoroki gets sick and he coughs or sneezes his quirk goes haywire. Like just picture it

Todoroki:*makes face like he's about to sneeze*

Sero: CODE RED, I REPEAT CODE RED EVERYONE HIDE

Todoroki:*doesn't sneeze*

Sero:k guys false alar-

Todoroki:*actually sneezes*

Class 1a:*incoherent screaming*

Aizawa:*walked in just at the right moment to witness it*

Long story short they had to repaint the roof to fully hide the scorch marks

Warnings: being sick

Requests are open!!!!

Why did his day have to start like this? Todoroki knew he was sick from the start. His left side was boiling hot while frost slowly crept up his right side. He could feel an invisible hammer banging against his head. I can’t miss class, he thought to himself. Deciding a nice shower would help, Todoroki drug himself out of bed and grabbed training clothes. He slowly walked to the shower room and set his belongings outside of his shower.

Shouto undressed and stepped into the shower. He turned the water as hot as he could, letting the water run down his aching body. He then wet his hair, shaking it around with his hand. Pouring shampoo in his hair, he scrubbed it around. As Shoito rinsed his hair and started to wash himself, he got light-headed. Todoroki closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he continued. He didn’t get too far before his vision swam and he slid down to the floor. From there he slammed onto the ground, blacking out.

When he came too, his head was fuzzy. Todoroki slowly stood and turned the water off, leaning against the wall. He sluggishly dried off and dressed himself. Shouto made his way back to his room, picking up his phone. 6:32?! He panicked, throwing his phone in his pocket and his shoes on his feet. I’m going to be late! Todoroki quickly ran down to the kitchen where he saw Kirishima scooping eggs onto a plate.

“Hey Todoroki!” he greeted. “Where’ve you been? You almost missed breakfast.” Todoroki picked up an apple and suppressed a cough.

“My run was longer today,” he answered. Kirishima frowned.

“You feeling ok bro? Your face is a bit flushed.”

“I just went for a run,” Shouto repeated. “I might just still be a bit flushed.”

“Yeah, but,” Kirishima started. “You look different. You sure you’re ok?”

“Yes,” Todoroki said, leaving the kitchen to sit alone at the end of the table. His head was starting to spin again.

“Oi, Iceyhot!” Bakugo barked from further down the table. “Why’s your face so messed up?” Todoroki looked up, raising an eyebrow before taking a bite of his apple. “Hey!” He flinched, head throbbing. “Don’t you dare ignore me!” Bakugo started to march over before Iida declared that it was time to go and started to rush people out the door. Todoroki stood with a sigh, following his classmates out the door.

Todoroki’s head struggled to look up as Aizawa continued his lecture. He leaned against his hand and closed his eyes. He was half asleep when he felt something wet hit his hand. Thinking it was just a bit of snot he wiped it away with his hand. That’s when he heard someone gasp.

“Todoroki!” He looked up to see Midoriya looking at him with wide, worried eyes. Suddenly Aizawa was beside him, pressing a handful of tissues to his face.

“Come, Todoroki,” he ordered. Shouto looked at him through hazed eyes. Did his teacher ask him something? Aizawa could feel the temperature change on each side of Young Todoroki’s body. He pulled Todoroki up and led him towards the door. “Iida, you’re in charge.” When they reached the hall, Todorki fell into the wall. “Oh great,”Aizawa grumbled. “I’m not getting paid enough for this.” He crouched down in front of his student. When Shouto started to slide down to the floor, Aizawa caught him. He grew even more worried when he saw that Todoroki was now unconscious.

“Todoroki,” Aizawa called, gently hitting the kid to try and get a response. Using his capture weapon to hold some of the weight, Aizawa picked Shouto up and carried him to Recovery Girl’s office.

“What’s happened this time?” the lady scowlded.

“He’s greatly ill,” Aizawa answered, gently setting his student on one of the beds. “He also has a pretty bad bloody nose.” Aizawa noticed the amount of blood coating his hands, scarf, and shirt. The tissues he was using were as soaked as they could be. He threw them away and washed the blood from his hands.

“Oh!” Recovery Girl exclaimed, seeing all the blood. She quickly kissed Todoroki’s forehead and the bleeding ceased. “I can’t cure his sickness but I can stop the bleeding.” She grabbed a wet cloth and began to wipe the blood from the boy’s face. “You may change and go back to class.” Aizawa nodded, leaving. Recovery Girl tossed the now red colored rag into the sink and washed her hands.

The end of the day came and Aizawa made a reappearance. “How is he, he asked.

“He is awake now and his fever has decreased,” Recovery Girl answered.Aizawa looked at the bed to see Todoroki nibbling on crackers. He saw Aizawa and sat up.

“Mr. Aizawa,” he gruffed, voice hoarse. “I’m sorry about the chaos I have caused.”

“It’s alright,” Shota responded, “but if you are ever sick again you need to stay back at the dorm. Alright?” The sick boy looked away, ashamed.

“Yes sir,” he answered.

“Aizawa Shota?”

Aizawa startled, blinking in surprise at the sudden voice. A woman stood in the waiting room doorway, holding a clipboard to her chest.

“Aizawa Shota? Here for Todoroki Shoto?” she repeated, head tilting slightly in question.

Hurriedly pushing himself out of the chair, Aizawa approached the woman. “Ah, yes. Yes, that’s me.”

She smiled, and he got the feeling that she genuinely cared, unlike some of the other people he’d encountered. When he’d gone in search of a bucket and some juice for Midoriya, he’d been greeted by an angry lecture on keeping contagious visitors away from the hospital. This led to an equally heated response in which he explained the situation with a generous spattering of curse words.

“Please, take a seat.”

Aizawa blinked, rushing back to the present so fast it felt like the hasty last-minute halt when the traffic light flicked to red.

“Ah, thanks,” he muttered, lowering himself into the offered chair.

She nodded, eyes creasing with a smile behind large, dark-framed glasses. “How are you holding up?”

Aizawa stilled, clearing his throat awkwardly. “As well as anyone can after watching their student suffer through a severe drug overdose,” he spat dryly. “Let’s skip the pleasantries. Just tell me if the kid’s gonna be okay.” The tone was rough, but his eyes conveyed the intense fear bubbling beneath his cold façade.

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Ahhh well, in case you’re interested, I already have a fic in which Midoriya is sick on my AO3 (you can find it in my bio)! It’s mostly fluffy though, that one heh But since that’s already a thing, have some sick Shouto! Thank you for the request and I hope it’s to your satisfaction!

Izuku feels bad that he can’t domuch. After all, when it comes to the flu, as awful as it may be, the onlything that can be done is take some pills to lower the fever and numb the dullpains and wait for it to pass. But when it comes to someone like Shouto, who’squirk is based around temperature manipulation, it makes things a lot morecomplicated. He may not become sick very often, but when he does, it’sextremely hard to deal with.

One moment he’s freezing cold, tothe point that layers upon layers of frost spread all around him, the air inthe room becoming just as chilly and making Izuku shiver violently. And thenthe next he’s burning up, that same frost melting and seeping into his clothesand futon for a few excruciating moments until his temperature becomes so highthat it turns into a cloud of steam.

Izuku doesn’t know what to do. Hedoesn’t know how to regulate Shouto’s temperature because none of the medicinehe’s given him seems to help. And if he tries to hold him in his arms, hopingthat maybe his warmth can help in the slightest, he risks getting badly burnt ora bad case of frostbite. Izuku is willing to endure that pain for Shouto, buthe knows that as soon as he feels better he’ll be wracked with guilt forhurting him, even if it wasn’t intentional or his fault in the slightest. So, hecan only watch as his boyfriend curls in on himself, under a mountain ofblankets, trembling weakly with a few pained whines escaping his dry andcracked lips.

Brushing some hair from Shouto’sdamp forehead, Izuku sighs, feeling utterly helpless to make him feel better.It doesn’t help that even when he manages to fall asleep, Shouto seems to beplagued by horrible nightmares, twisting and turning, kicking and sometimeseven waking up with strangled screams clawing their way out of his tightthroat. Izuku is always there for him, a hand resting over whichever one ofShouto’s isn’t going haywire with the temperature, but it doesn’t feel likeenough. Not when Shouto looks at him with his eyes glazed over, cheeksimpossibly flushed and breaths shallow and painful, his clothes sticking to hissweat-soaked skin.

Midoriya raced up the stairs, tripping over his own feet in his haste to reach the fifth floor. Both Uraraka and Kirishima were behind him, their panting breaths echoing through the hallway.

“What happened, Midoriya?” Kirishima gasped, skidding to a halt as the green haired boy tugged open the stairwell door.

Midoriya shook his head, eyes wild with panic. “I don’t know. Something...something’s wrong with Todoroki.” He propped the door open with his foot, glancing anxiously down the hallway.

“What do you mean, wrong?” Uraraka panted. She pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear and reached out to take the door from Midoriya. “Didn’t you just talk to him like a couple hours ago when you asked if he wanted to join the movie night?”

Midoriya nodded. He was glad to relinquish the door to Uraraka. Ever since he heard Todoroki’s slurred voice over the phone, his hands hadn’t stopped shaking. “Yeah,” he mumbled, biting down hard on his lip. “He said he had math homework.” He couldn’t help but wonder what Todoroki’s weekend had been like. From the moment he stepped through the door, Midoriya had known something was wrong. Oh, why hadn’t he pressured Todoroki further?

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Fic Summary:

When strange symptoms begin to consume Todoroki’s life, he turns inward and hides everything from his friends, even when his powers start to grow wild and unpredictable.

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