Uh oh! This is the last chapter I have completed, so you might not get the next one next Saturday like usual. Eek! But, I am working on it slowly, so who knows, you might? Either way, this chapter is still here for now! :D

And just as a warning for the more sensitive, I suppose, it has more descriptions of vomiting, but they are way less than last time, so? Idk if I should even put these warnings, but I have seen them in other fanfics, so I figured why not?

I hope you enjoy!

Shouta woke up suddenly, his ears ringing with sleep. As a result, he didn't hear what had woken him up until a couple seconds later, and by the time he realized what it was, he took a few extra seconds to flip the blankets off him, and stand up from his low position on the futon.

It was only a few seconds, but those were a few seconds where he wasn't helping Midoriya, who was hanging off the bed, barely supporting himself with a shaking arm on the mattress, while his other arm worked at holding the bucket up to his face. It was the sound of his gagging that had woken Shouta and now the hero could hear as the greenette threw up the soup that he had eaten earlier.

In another couple seconds, Shouta was sitting down gently on the bed beside his student, reaching out to grab the bucket with one hand, and putting his other arm around Midoriya's back. He kept a hold of the bucket firmly, and as Midoriya had a small break from his heaving, he used all the strength in his other arm to pull Midoriya up and sideways, until his side was pressed against Shouta's, leaning on the hero instead of on his shaking arm.

Midoriya's hands came up to grab the bucket again, one of them moving sluggishly and still trembling from when he had had his whole weight resting on the single limb, and the other one with smaller movements, since it was trapped between him and his teacher's side.

Shouta released his own grip on the bucket when he was sure his student was holding it firmly enough, and used his hands for a different purpose. One of them rubbed gently but firmly up and down Midoriya's back, feeling the boy's back shaking as he dry heaved into the bucket, and as he started crying again. The other one ran through the boy's messy, sweaty hair, gently easing through the knots, and pressing his fingers against the head in a massage as he went, just as he had done earlier.

Midoriya was done much sooner than he had been earlier, since he had less in his stomach to expel, even though his body tried, even after his stomach was empty, to get rid of the poisons it detected in his system. That's the way stomach bugs worked, even if they weren't pleasant. It would have been a good thing, if the human body wasn't confused into thinking that it could expel germs by expelling, well, everything.

Midoriya heaved in a shaky breath, then gasped it out, and took another in, seeming to have finally stopped throwing up. Shouta rubbed his hand down the boy's back once more, then moved his hand to squeeze Midoriya's shoulder in, what he hoped was, a comforting gesture.

Shouta had been silent up till then, the only sound having been the sound of Midoriya throwing up, until Midoriya spoke. "S'rry. M so...so sor-ry." He hiccupped, taking in a shaking breath, even as large tears rolled down his cheeks, barely visible in the darkness of the room.

"It's alright, Izuku," Shouta said as gently as possible. "You can't help it, you don't need to apologize." He took the bucket from Midoriya's still shaking hands, and put it on the floor next to the small table.

"But I...I woke you up," Midoriya's voice kept cracking, which was totally understandable, and would have been totally fine, if not for the fact that Shouta's heart cracked with it.

"Shh," Shouta ran his hand, which had been going through Midoriya's hair before, down his students face, wiping away the tears there, even as more fell. "I told you to wake me up anyway, Kiddo."

"But I... I'm sick, a-and, 'm both'ring you..." Midoriya leaned more into Shouta's side, pressing his tear stained face up against the man's shirt. His voice was slurred and muffled, and Shouta could feel the boy sagging against him.

"You're not bothering me, Izuku, and you can't help being sick. Everyone gets sick, even me sometimes." He reached out an arm and put it on Midoriya's shoulder, squeezing it gently and pulling the greenette closer for a second, before letting go. "Do you want a drink, and wash out your mouth, or brush your teeth, Kiddo?" He asked softly.

Midoriya hesitated for a moment, before nodding, and moving to sit up, rubbing at his eyes sluggishly with his hands. "Drink, and, and brushing teeth..." He mumbled from behind his hands.

Shouta nodded, then stood up, waiting until Midoriya did the same, and was steady enough on his feet, before walking out of the room, making sure to avoid the futon on the floor. He flicked the dim light of the hallway on, hearing as Midoriya stumbled after him, yet somehow still stepped mostly quietly.

"I'll go get you some water, you brush your teeth," he directed, pointing to the bathroom door, before heading to the kitchen.

He poured two glasses of water, drank from one of them, then grabbed the other and headed towards the bathroom. Midoriya was just finishing as he got there, bending down to rinse his mouth out. Shouta leaned against the doorframe, glass in hand, and looked at the opposite wall, trying to give the kid some privacy.

Midoriya dried his hands and face, then turned to Shouta, who just held the glass out to him in an offer. The greenette murmured a "thank you" before taking a big gulp, and then several smaller sips, before he stopped.

Seeing the boy hesitating, Shouta asked, "Are you done?" keeping his tone even. Midoriya just nodded tiredly, and handed the still half full glass out to Shouta when the hero reached for it. Shouta frowned at how little had been drunk, but decided to let it slide for now.

"Do you want to go back to bed, now?" He asked instead, and received an exhausted nod in reply. He nodded back to the boy, the stepped out of the room, heading down the hall towards the bedroom again.

When he got there, he stopped, letting Midoriya go in first. After his student had gotten under the covers again, he flicked the light switch off, and entered the room. He walked over to the bed, and placed the glass on the table, then grabbed the bucket that he had left there before.

Midoriya tilted his head slightly on the pillow, and raised it up, making a rustling sound, but he just laid it back down again after a second. Shouta stepped quietly out of the room, using the abilities acquired through years of being an underground hero, and walked back to the bathroom, where he rinsed the bucket out in the tub, and cleaned it, before bringing it back to the bedroom, and placing it on the table next to the glass again.

Midoriya was breathing deeply when he got back, telling Shouta that the boy was asleep. The gruff hero ran his hand through Midoriya's hair one last time, whispered, "Goodnight, Kiddo," then went back to his previous spot on the futon, and fell asleep, listening to the peaceful sound of his student's breaths.

The next time Shouta woke up, his eyes snapped open, and he was already in the motion of sitting up before he was even fully awake. He stayed sitting up, legs still stretched out under the blankets, as he waited to know what had woken him up.

Now, it was strange that the time before, when there was a louder noise from Midoriya throwing up, he had taken a bit of time to process it, and get moving. This time, however, he was already awake and ready to move, but there was no loud sound.

He could hear the ticking of his clock in the hallway, water running through the pipes of the teachers' dorm building, and...rustling sheets. His head snapped to the side, watching as Midoriya tossed around in the bed, a small moan escaping his lips.

Shouta was up and stepping over to the bed in a heartbeat, completely awake, and ready to help his student in any way he could. When he got over to the bed, Midoriya shifted again, tossing his head on the pillow, and arching his back, then kicking his feet until the blankets and sheets were even more tangled around his legs than they had been before.

Shouta quickly turned the bedside lamp on, thankful that it was a dull light, chosen that way so it wouldn't aggravate his own eyes. Now it served to be gentle on Midoriya's eyes as well. It was bright enough, however, that he could see the sweat building up on Midoriya's face, and the way the boy's mouth was open as he panted and gasped for air.

His head turned on the pillow again, another moan of pain coming through his parted lips. Shouta rushed to soothe him, bringing one hand up to run through his sweaty curls again, and speaking quietly and comfortingly, he hoped, even though he wasn't sure if Midoriya could hear him or not.

"I'm here, Kiddo, okay? I'm right here. You're alright, Izuku." He was worried at the amount of heat he could feel radiating from the boy. It seemed like his fever had risen again. Midoriya's moans turned to a cry of pain, cutting at Shouta's heart until it hurt.

"Shh, shh, Izuku," he tried again, unsure how to help his boy. "It's alright, I'm right here, you're going to be fine." Izuku seemed to calm down at his voice for a moment, but then he went right back to writhing in pain and discomfort again.

Hesitating slightly, Shouta's mind flashed through everything he could do to help the boy. The fever was what was worst right now, making Midoriya the most uncomfortable.

Running his hand through his student's hair one last time, he turned on his heel and quickly walked over to the kitchen, digging through his cabinets until he found a mixing bowl, then started filling it with cool water from the tap. Next, he yanked open a drawer and pulled out a clean cloth, closing the drawer softly after that, even though it took all his willpower not to just slam it in as quickly as he could. He didn't want to startle Midoriya with the loud sound, though; he just wanted to help his kid.

He rushed back to the bedroom, findings in hand, trying not to let any water splash out of the bowl. He could still hear Midoriya tossing in the bed from the kitchen, and the distressed sounds only grew louder the closer he got.

When he got back over to the bed, he placed the bowl and cloth down on the table, then moved the bucket out of the way so there would be more room. Taking the cloth in his hands, he soaked it in the cool water, rung it out, then draped it gently over his student's forehead, just hoping that it would help.

Midoriya relaxed into the bed as soon as the cloth was on his head, but Shouta could still see the way his eyes were moving frantically beneath their lids. Shouta wasn't sure what to do now. He knew he couldn't leave Midoriya alone, so he had to stay up with him. That wasn't a problem, he had stayed up all night before. Should he bring a chair in? That didn't feel right...

Eventually, Shouta just followed his instincts, and moved to sit down gently on the bed beside Midoriya who was now laying limply amongst the balled up sheets. Shouta reached over and grabbed the twisted sheets and blanket from the bottom of the bed, and had to give them a good pull before they were untangled from the greenette's limbs. He pulled them back up to Midoriya's waist and laid them there, not bringing them all the way up, so that Midoriya wouldn't overheat.

Then, Shouta pulled his legs up onto the bed, leaned back against the wall, and settled in to wait. Midoriya was calm for the moment, and all Shouta could do was be there for him.

Shouta spent the rest of the night sitting beside Midoriya, calming the boy down when he started moaning and thrashing in distress, and working to keep the cloths cool and on his forehead.

Midoriya kept tossing his head around as he moaned, kicking at his blankets until they were balled around his legs. It was a constant battle for Shouta to keep the sheet, at least, pulled up to the boy's waist, and the cool cloth on his forehead.

After some time, Shouta noticed that the space between them, which had been about a foot when he first sat down on the bed, had gradually lessened until it was only a few inches. The hero didn't want the kid getting too warm from his own body heat, so he slid his arms under him gently, and moved him over so he was more in the middle of the bed.

That only lasted for about ten minutes, before Midoriya had again closed the distance. Shouta raised an eyebrow at his student, unsure if it was just the pull of gravity pulling Midoriya to where Shouta was sitting, or if it was something else. He once again straightened out the blankets, and shifted Midoriya so he was a couple feet away.

This time, he watched the boy closely, allowing him to see how Midoriya scooted over, inch by inch, until he was pressed right up against Shouta's side, head burrowing into Shouta's stomach as he sat there. Shouta had lifted up his hand as Midoriya scooted over the last few inches, not wanting Midoriya to be laying on top of his arm, and now, not knowing what to do with it, he just set it back down gently, until it was resting softly on Midoriya's back, rising and falling with the kid's breaths.

Shouta adjusted the cloth on the boy's forehead, since it had been just about to fall off. On second thought, he grabbed the drying cloth and re-soaked it, before draping it gently over Midoriya's forehead again. Then, letting out a deep breath, he leaned his head back against the wall behind him, and closed his eyes.

Some time later, Shouta wasn't sure how long, his brain processed the sounds of Midoriya turning and moaning in distress again. The kid's body twisted ad he thrashed around, and Shouta instinctively raised his hand from the boy's back. That, however, seemed to cause his student even more distress.

Midoriya immediately moaned louder, and tossed his head, his eyes flickering beneath his closed eyelids. Shouta blinked more awareness into himself, then settled his hand back down again, this time rubbing circles with it into Midoriya's back and shoulders. His student calmed down again, letting out a little sigh of relief (no, it wasn't super cute, what are you talking about, Nemuri), and nudging his face further into Shouta's side. The hero could feel Midoriya's nose pressing into his rib cage, and feel his breaths against him, but that was fine. As long as Midoriya was comfortable.

Realizing something, Shouta decided to test out his theory. He lifted his arm from Midoriya's back, and immediately the kid started to squirm again, but when he placed it back down against the kid, he calmed right down, but snuggled further into Shouta.

Letting out a sigh, Shouta leaned his head back again. "You're touch starved," he said in a resigned voice. And it was only now, as he said it, that he realized how true it was.

Midoriya was surrounded by people, but he was afraid of them. It might be a bit of a stretch to say that he was touch starved, since Ururaka would throw her arms around him occasionally, or Iida would rest a hand on his shoulder. But Midoriya was always on edge with that, disliking the touches, since he was afraid of others touching him. All Might, too, was constantly lavishing him with physical affection, but Shouta had never seen Midoriya react positively to any of it.

So yes, the boy was touch starved. And if Shouta was the one who could provide him with what he was lacking, in the form of physical affection that Midoriya wasn't afraid of for some reason, then he would supply it as much as it was needed.

Sighing again, Shouta moved his hand to Midoriya's head, running his hand through the sweaty curls once more. After a few strokes through the boy's hair, he felt Midoriya relax even farther into him, seeming to be completely melded to Shouta's side on the bed.

The heat radiating off him was uncomfortable, not to mention the fact that Shouta wasn't sure how good it was for Midoriya to be this close to him, and possibly raising his fever with the hero's own body heat, but Shouta didn't think he could get Midoriya to stay away for long. He would just have to keep applying the cold clothes, and hope that would be enough. And he could survive the uncomfortable, stuffy heat himself. He had survived through worse for his students, and he would suffer through much more for them, and for this one in particular.

With that thought, Shouta settled back in for a long night.

Shouta woke up with a jolt, wincing at a sharp pain in his neck, from sleeping sitting up. His back wasn't liking it too much either. Why was he asleep sitting up again? Midoriya!

His neck snapped down, causing another jolt of pain, but he ignored it in favor of examining his student. Midoriya seemed to be mostly fine, but the cool cloth had fallen off, and wasn't wet anymore when Shouta touched it. Bringing his hand to Midoriya's forehead, Shouta hissed when he felt how high the boy's fever was again.

He glanced over at the clock on the nightstand, seeing that it was around five in the morning. He looked back down at Midoriya when he felt a pressure in his side.

The greenette was trying to burrow even deeper into Shouta's side, shuffling on the bed, and twisting his face into the hero's ribs. His legs kicked against the blankets and the mattress as he tried to push himself further into Shouta.

"You can't get any closer than that, Kiddo," Shouta murmured softly, running his hand through his student's hair once again. It seemed more knots had replaced the ones he had untangled earlier.

And, as always, this particular student was determined to be contrary. Midoriya moaned in response to his words, fluttered his eyes open slightly, and promptly began to crawl into Shouta's lap. The hero just lifted his hands, not doing anything to hinder the boy's movements, but not helping either.

Finally, a minute or so later, a half-asleep Midoriya was curled up in Shouta's lap, feet sticking out the side, head tucked under his teacher's chin, and arms pressed up between their two bodies. He was shaking, and his teeth were chattering slightly. "C-cold." He whimpered, trying harder to dig even further into Shouta's stomach.

Shouta could feel the boy's shivers shaking his own body, but he could also feel the intense waves of unhealthy heat pouring off him.

"No, Problem Child, not cold. Very much not cold. Way too hot," he laid his hand on the boy's forehead, wincing at the heat even as his student shivered even harder from his cold touch. Well, cold in comparison to the fever, anyway.

Midoriya just moaned again, and curled up even further. Lowering his arms, Shouta grabbed the cloth and re-dunked it in the water again, then laid it across Midoriya's neck, since it was more easily accessible than his forehead, which was currently being pressed up to Shouta's own neck, hardly allowing him to breathe properly.

Shouta tried shifting Midoriya back to the bed, instead of resting on him, but the boy just whined and clutched at him until his knuckles turned white, and scrunched his eyes up in determination. Letting out a sigh, Shouta just rearranged himself on the bed, scooting over until he was more in the middle, and had less of a chance of falling off, and settling back against the wall again. He may as well try and get some more rest where he was, since Midoriya didn't seem to want to be moved.

His arms were settled around Midoriya's body, holding him close enough thathe was secure in the man's arms, but not tight enough to be constricting. His student was safe, if not completely fine, and in his arms at the moment, and that alone was enough to relax Shouta enough until he fell asleep again.

Izuku's eyes snapped open, and he knew something was wrong. He wasn't sure what it was, but there was something missing, something that had been there before...before when he was there? Where was there? Where was here? He let his eyes slide closed again, finding it took too much energy to keep them open.

The darkness was nice. It was black, like the night sky. No, that had stars. It was like...like...Mr. Aizawa's hero costume? and his hair...Mr. Aizawa!

His eyes were open again, when did that happen? Wait, no, where's Mr. Aizawa? He was here before, he was here, and he was nice, and he was warm, and now he's gone. Izuku curled up tightly on the bed—the bed Mr. Aizawa was on before, too—and he scrunched his eyes shut, feeling tears leaking out from behind his eyelids.

He had thought Mr. Aizawa was gonna stay, but now he's gone, just like everyone else. Everyone leaves Izuku, he can't be loved. Everyone I trust is gone, can't trust anyone. No, he can trust Mr. Aizawa. No, adults can't be trusted, people can't be trusted!

His breaths were coming out too fast, not that he was paying attention to that. But they escalated into gasps, to pants, as his eyes snapped open, staring into the distance at nothing, as memories flashed through his mind.

Through the haze of his memories, only one word pushed itself to the front of his mind, which he yelled out loud, still curled in a ball, crying, and gasping for breath. "Dad!"

Oh! Cliffy, I am so sorry. I know my friend, who I sent this chapter to when it was first written, was pretty stressed by the way this one ended, lol.

So...This chapter was actually not terrible to write, surprisingly. I was really motivated, since it had some quality Dadzawa cuddling in it. Or, well, I hope it was quality, lol. I definitely enjoyed it, myself, haha. And the whole, Shouta holding Midoriya in the bed was in my mind a lot before I had even wrote it, so it made me happy to finally be able to write it out!

I hope you enjoyed Izuku's ramblings at the end, I was aiming for the whole, fever-muddled thoughts thing, which I always enjoy reading. I find it helps you relate to the character, and what they're feeling, as well as portraying the full impact of how sick and out of it the characters are. So, feel free to tell me what you thought! :D

And also, Idk, maybe you could give your opinions on my writing? Cause, like, I feel that I describe the character's actions too much, and I could probably make a much easier read if I just cut out writing every single action, and just wrote the end result of the action, or something? But it would probably be pretty hard for me to stop that, I tend to write the actions cause that's what I envision the character doing in my mind. So, you can let me know what you think of my writing, or you can not. It's whatever.

Sorry for the long Author's Note! I hope you enjoyed the chapter, and I will see you (not really) either next Saturday, or whenever the next chapter is finished, if it's after that, I guess.