Izuku's Point of View- Wednesday

Early dawn's white rays filter through grey blinds, casting soft streaks of light and silhouetted shadows to dance throughout the obscurity of our bedroom. Feathered early risers sing just beyond the panes of glass, flitting and tweeting in harmony amongst the fluffy clouds. It poured last night, with flashes of lightning and booming thunder, the sound of heavy raindrops pelting the roof just above us. That damp earthy smell that always follows a good storm permeates the room in a strange yet settling sort of way.

We've been awake for some time now. The first rays of light blanketed over my face, nudging me into consciousness way too early. When I rolled over with a groan, I was met with nearly glowing ruby orbs peering back at me, a soft smile following shortly after. Beaming back at him, I scooted closer until I could feel his overwhelming heat push into me. Those muscular arms brought me in flush against him, soft lips finding my own. Deep down, there's a part of me that is still unable to comprehend how our broken friendship managed to blossom and flourish into sleepy smiles and good morning kisses. I'm not sure I'd have believed it if someone told me even two months ago that our relationship would evolve into something so unique and perfect.

At some point he rolled onto his back, bringing me with him. Calloused hands, made rough through rigorous training and a literal fire quirk, stroke pleasantly against my skin. The steady thump, thump of his heart beating just beneath my ear is calming, much like the consistent lull of ocean waves crashing against sand before being swept back to sea.

The feeling of skin on skin mixed with the way his morning wood presses between my butt cheeks has heat pooling in my belly, making me overly aware of every single contact point between us. Without giving it much thought, I push back just a little, enjoying the way the head of his erection spreads my cheeks, rubbing against my hole.

The groan that bubbles up from Kacchan's chest sounds primal and needy. He shifts beneath me, tilting his hips in such a way that allows him to roughly push the head against me, dragging it up and down my entrance. Precum leaks from his slit, coating me in its slick substance while Kacchan groans again, those hands roughly grabbing at my hips for better leverage.

I'm not sure what came over me. I know taking this any further without some kind of prior stretching would end up hurting. I guess I'm pretty much betting on still being loose from last night and I'm just so focused on the way it feels to have his head gliding up and down me, his cock leaking so much precum, I felt sure it could slip in if I just shifted my weight back a little.

With the image of Kacchan's length splitting me open and sinking deep inside spurring me on, I experimentally push my hips back, just enough so I can feel the burning stretch as the bulbous head finally enters me. The moment it does, a delighted shiver races through me, numbing the discomfort and making me want to inch back just a little more but Kacchan's grip around my hips tightens, stopping me. Sighing, both from need and frustration, I lift my head from that warm chest and wait expectantly.

His eyes are soft, lips curved into a sexy, lazy smile. "Such a fucking minx. Even after last night you still need more, huh?"

Those words make my face heat self-consciously, but it's not nearly enough to deter me. "Last night was incredible, is it really that surprising for me to want a round two?"

Chuckling lowly, he presses that hard cock just a little further into me, just enough to make me gasp and roll my hips back. "There's no way I'm turning this tight as fuck ass down." After reaching over to his nightstand he brings his phone and lube over to him. The screen lights up, blinding me for a second, before going dark again. "We've got half an hour before we should start cleaning up and packing. We'll have to be quick."

XXX

"Holy shit guys. You'd think a sandstorm blew through here with all the sand y'all got everywhere." Kaminari is despondently sweeping the living room while the rest of us have gathered at the breakfast table. Occasionally he longingly glances our way, making me feel kind of bad for him.

Since it's our last morning at the house together, Kacchan agreed to make breakfast for everyone. He went all out too with a huge stack of blueberry pancakes, breakfast sausage, scrambled eggs, and freshly brewed coffee. He even made me a cinnamon and brown sugar syrup to sweeten the otherwise overly bitter liquid. Everyone but Kaminari and me is chatting happily while stuffing their faces with good food. Kacchan did set a plate aside for our blond friend but told him the sand had to be completely gone before he could have any.

I've managed to down two bites of pancake and even that was too much, the second mouthful bringing my queasiness to life. Instead of eating, I've settled for sipping at my coffee while pushing my food around the plate. I ate enough to take my meds and that's plenty as far as I'm concerned. Luckily, Kacchan is so focused on making sure Kaminari cleans all the sand, he hasn't noticed that I didn't really eat.

"Midoriya, are you feeling okay? You look a bit pale and your plate is still full." Just as Iida finished asking his question, Kacchan's head snapped around, eyes glaring and watching me like a hawk.

"Oi! Don't start with this shit, fucking Deku. Eat your goddamn food."

"I'm not hungry, Kacchan."

"Now Bakugou, that's no way to encourage him to eat. Midoriya, you should know our bodies need plenty of nourishment to stay healthy and strong. That's especially important for you. Please eat all of your breakfast." Iida gives me a stern look as he says this before nudging my plate closer to me.

Ochaco turns to me then, resting her hand near my elbow, eyes reflecting the same amount of concern as everyone else now that my eating habits have been brought to everyone's attention. "Maybe you could just eat a little more?"

Everyone is staring at me; their collective gazes feel like they're burning a hole into my skin. Kacchan looks like he's ready to hold me down while someone else shoves food down my throat and while I could easily overpower them with OFA, I don't want to see if they'd actually try it. Begrudgingly, I take another bite of pancake, chewing slowly and swallowing as my audience watches me. That single bite of food settles into my stomach like a rock and I regret it immediately.

"Guys, I just can't. It's making me feel sick." After pushing my plate away to show I'm done, I lift my mug to my lips and take a slow sip, trying to pretend I don't notice the panic and worry rising into the air.

"It's okay if you aren't hungry right now, bro. Maybe you could try again later. I've got lots of protein smoothies in my bag if you want to try one during the ferry ride."

"Thanks, Kirishima. I might take you up on-"

"Tch, there's no 'might' about it. I promised Auntie I'd make sure you eat so you're going to fucking eat. Even if its just grazing or whatever they fucking call it." While his words are angry, I can see the hidden dread resting in Kacchan's eyes. Someone as amazing and strong as him should never have that glimmer of fear and I hate that I'm the one who put it there. Then again, I'm also not thrilled with how overbearing everyone is acting towards me. I know they mean well, but I'm getting tired of eating just to make other people happy. I know I've lost a little weight but it's not like I'm skin and bones and every single calorie counts, right?

I'd love to voice that thought, but I'm sure I'd be met with an unholy reckoning, compliments of Kacchan and probably even Iida. Instead I plaster on a fake smile and nod my head. "Yeah, that sounds good. I'll try again in a few hours. I'm sorry to worry everybody."

"Don't be sorry, Izuku. We love you and just want you healthy." Mina comes over to me and gives me a hug, kissing my cheek before going back up the stairs to finish packing.

"She's right man. You've got nothing to be sorry for" Sero adds, following his girlfriend to their room.

Once everybody was packed and Kaminari adequately cleaned the house and ate his own breakfast, we loaded into the shuttle bus and headed for the ferry port. We were instructed to leave our keys on the counter for the cleaning personnel to collect and as a result we were able to make a straight shot to the ferry port instead of stopping at the rental company again.

Our return trip home was uneventful. It was all smooth sailing and I even managed to choke down Kirishima's offered smoothie around the halfway point. The look of relief on everyone's faces almost made it worth it. Other than that, I spent the four-hour trip snoozing on Kacchan's shoulder while he alternated between scrolling through the latest hero news on his phone and getting pulled into conversations with his friends. I was still exhausted when we got off the boat at one of Tokyo's southern ports, but we had one last thing planned before my appointment with Recovery Girl and I didn't want to miss it.

We stood together along the sidewalk, staring at the tall, grey brick building looming over us. The building itself looks just like any other in the city, nothing noteworthy or special to make it stand out or suggest the bizarre contents waiting for us inside. Even though it isn't too far from Musutafu, I never managed to make it over here which is why I'm beyond excited to have been able to squeeze this little gem in today. The day I learned of its existence; it went straight into my bucket list where it waited patiently for its time to shine. That time is now.

"So um, why do you wanna do this again?" Ochaco asks, eyeing my skeptically. "Don't get me wrong, I'm all in if this is really what you want to do today but um… it's kind of gross."

"Haha, yeah it's fucking disgusting but if it's what the nerd wants then it's what we're going to do." Kacchan brushes his shoulder against mine, clasping my hand into his as we continue to just stare at the place. We must look pretty weird standing out here like this, but then again, given what's inside, maybe they're used to tourists just gawking at it.

"I believe this will be a wonderful educational experience for us all. I think we'll all learn something here today." Iida is pretty much game for anything if he thinks it'll be a good learning experience.

"I don't see the big deal. It's not like anything in there is going to be alive. Dude, are you shivering right now? You're this freaked out and we aren't even inside yet?" Kaminari snickers to himself while Kirishima, who's paler than I am right now, looks like he's seconds from running.

"I can do this. It wouldn't be manly to let something like this freak me out. Yeah, yeah…. I can do this."

"You know, when you said you wanted to add this little conquest onto the trip, I figured you were either tripping balls or joking. Now that we're actually here… I'm kind of questioning why but I guess I'm game. How bad could it be, right?" Sero's pulling gently at the tape from one of his elbows, a nervous tick that I don't even think he knows he has.

"I'm actually with Izuku on this one. I think it'll be so cool! Let's go in before Hanta or Kiri lose their shit and run for it." Mina's smirking back at us as she walks up to the doors, Kacchan and I follow closely behind her while everyone else just kind of trickles in after us.

The inside is grayscale and carries a sterile scent. There's a plaque by the entryway that reads, Meguro Parasitological Museum and just beyond that is a red, white, and black poster entitled "Museum Manners." Most of the rules are your typical no running, no touching kind of things and I'm thrilled to see I can in fact take pictures.

"Ugh, only Midoriya would want to visit a museum dedicated to researching and displaying dead parasites."

"Yeah Eijiro, because all of your interests are perfectly normal…" I'm not sure what Mina means by that but I kind of want to know. I'll have to ask Kirishima later.

As we walk through the entrance and around a collage of glass panes portraying drawings of various parasites, we enter the first exhibit. It's mainly informational, with facts and pictures displayed along the white walls. There are a few scaled up models of fleas, mosquitos, and mites and I make sure to read every single printed word, fascinated with the flow of new information.

An elevator lifts us to the next exhibit, one I've been particularly excited to see. Like before, the walls are covered in print and pictures, all detailing what animals the parasites are attracted to and in which part they'll nest. It also offers pictures of their effects and descriptions of associated symptoms. More importantly though, below the informational text rests glass enclosures, each holding several glass tubes. Inside the tubes are actual, no longer living parasites that have been extracted from who knows where. So cool!

Some of the glass tubes even have a blue background to really make the parasite's characteristics pop. A lot of them look the way I'd expect, like long, papery worms. Some were a lot thicker and flat, having the appearance of white, slimy tape while others looked like an indescribable mass. The only one that unnerved me was the tapeworm but that's just because they're huge and infest human intestines.

Ochaco, who has kept very close to a fascinated Iida, glances at the displays respectfully, but doesn't linger. Kirishima seems to be crawling out of his own skin, Kaminari is amused, I think Mina might be just as into it as I am, while Sero tries not to look, and even Kacchan is showing interest through his disgusted expressions. By the time we made it to the gift shop, almost everyone was ready to get out of there, and quickly vetoed my suggestion to go through a second time. To be a good sport, I purchased two cool shirts featuring some of the parasites for mom and me and left without lingering.

Everyone was still talking about it when we crossed over school grounds. Just before we parted ways so I could get my treatment and they could unpack, Sero leveled me with an oddly serious look for him. "Dude, I'm never going to be able to unsee that. It's going to haunt me for the rest of my days."

"Don't be such a baby. It was cool and we had fun. Thanks for letting us tag along on your bucket list trip, Izuku!" Mina gives me another hug before pulling Sero into the dorm, everyone else following just behind except for Ochaco.

She clasps her hands behind her back, watching everyone else leave before turning to me. "Can I tag along for your appointment, Deku?"

"Sure, but I thought you didn't like needles?" I wonder if maybe she wants to talk about something if she's willing to brave sitting next to a machine that circulates my blood.

"After everything I just saw, a little blood doesn't seem so bad anymore." That's a fair point actually.

"If Cheeks is going to your appointment, I'll go back to the dorms and unpack our shit." Kacchan pulls me into his arms, offering a chaste kiss before whispering against my lips, "See you tonight?"

Blushing because of our audience, I mumble, "yeah, sounds good" before Ochaco hooks her arm through mine and leads us to the infirmary.

I'm pretty sure I could find my way to Recovery Girl with my eyes closed at this point. Between all the broken bones, the checkups after rough sparring sessions, and now my dialysis treatments I feel like I might almost be qualified to have my own space in the closet. I could store some reading material and a change of clothes or something.

We aren't waiting long before she walks into the triage area to greet us. She has everything she needs set up already and indicates with her hand that I should take a seat. "So, tell me, how was your time in Oshima Island?"

"It was amazing! Kacchan and I did just about everything we planned on doing and it was nice to have some of our friends there with us."

"Good, I'm glad to hear it. And how about your health. Have you been feeling okay? Are you eating and such?" There's that "E" word again. I wish it didn't matter as much as it does.

"My health was mostly good until today. I kind of lost my appetite and I've been feeling kind of drained. I did eat a little though so it's nothing too serious."

"Well, as long as you're at least trying to eat. Now you're going to feel a little pinch…" The silver needle slips right into the port under my skin and Ochaco, bless her, covers her eyes much to the amusement of Recovery Girl.

After she has everything set up, she hands me a packet of peanut butter crackers, urging me to eat them, and tells me she'll be back to check up on me in a bit. It's then that I turn to Ochaco, curious to know what's going on with her. "So, what's up? I get the feeling there's something you want off your chest."

If possible, her pink cheeks somehow take on a pinker shade, eyes dropping to the floor as she fidgets in her seat. "Funny you should ask… I uh, don't know if you were aware or not but after I got over my crush on you I kind of had the biggest crush on Tenya."

First of all, I was not aware she had a crush on me at all but now that I'm thinking about it, the signs were definitely there. How the heck did I miss that? As for Iida well, "Huh, you don't say."

"The whole time I kind of thought it was just me and he didn't return my feelings or anything but then we kept bumping into each other in weirdly isolated situations." She's quiet for a second, thinking before continuing. "I think it started when we showed up for that dinner and study session Mina set up but then canceled at the last second. It was sort of awkward at first but we also kind of connected and after that we started spending more time together. Anyway, we're kind of dating though we want to keep it under the radar. But you're my best friend and I've been dying to tell you, so this is me telling you." She laughs nervously, probably wondering how I'll take the news.

"Well I think that's awesome. You are both good friends of mine and if you're happy then I'm happy." I briefly wonder if I should tell her that pretty much the whole class assumed as much but quickly decided against it.

Her smile is bright and genuine, relief of my acceptance evident on her face. "Thanks Deku. What about you and Bakugou? You two seem to be getting pretty serious."

She's not wrong. We've been moving fast given it's only been about three weeks. But there's just something about him… We've known each other forever and even though our current relationship is young, our actual connection and bond feels very old. "Yeah, I guess we are getting pretty serious. It feels right though, like we were always supposed to end up together like this." Nodding her agreement, she hums happily as she leans back into a more relaxed position, crossing her legs and settling in.

Several hours later, I'm somehow more exhausted then I was before, and I practically have to drag myself to Kacchan's dorm room. For the briefest of moments, I considered texting him to see if he'll come get me but I knew he'd freak out about it so I pushed through the exhaustion until I finally made it to his room.

His door is thankfully unlocked, so I just sort of slump in, hoping my tired body will collapse on the bed instead of the floor. As luck would have it, my back hits a soft mattress instead of hardwood and I snuggle in, burying my face into one of Kacchan's pillows.

"Can I sleep here?" I ask softly through the pillow. I'm not even sure he understood me through the muffled noises I managed to produce.

"Of course you fucking can. I uh, I already got your pillow out and an extra blanket since twin sized comforters are small as shit."

"Kacchan's pillow is so soft and it smells like Kacchan. I want this one."

"Your pillow sucks ass Deku. There's zero neck support and-"

"Please?"

"Jesus. Fucking fine, but when I wake up in a pissed off mood because my neck isn't working, you're not allowed to be upset about it." His words comfort me as I drift off to sleep face first in a Kacchan scented haven. I wake up briefly when he slides in next to me, still grumbling about the pillow and pulling a blanket over us.

The next morning, I wake up with at least nine hours under my belt, yet I feel like I didn't sleep a wink. My body feels sluggish and queasy, the idea of getting up and doing literally anything is not appealing. Regardless, I pull myself out of the warm comfort of the bed, even though Kacchan left for his morning run an hour ago and drag myself to the fourth-floor showers.

After stripping yesterday's clothes off, I walk under the stream of water, resting my head against the cool tile of the shower stall. The water feels nice but it's too hot, making me feel overwhelmingly dizzy. I'm not about to take a cold shower though so I sink down into a seated position along the floor, not even caring about how gross it probably is and whether it was properly cleaned in the last month. I couldn't tell you how long I stayed that way, but eventually the nauseous waves rolling in my stomach demanded attention, making my jaw tighten and my mouth water.

Knowing what's about to happen, I fling myself out of the shower and crawl to the nearest toilet, just in time to spill the contents of my stomach all over the white ceramic. Very little of the yellow mucusy acid actually made it into the bowl and next thing I know I'm dry heaving all over again until my stomach forces out more of the nasty tasting vomit. Just when I think it's run its course and I can go rinse the stomach acid off my body, another wave hits me, and I do it all over again. Tears prick at my eyes, my throat is burning, and I want more than anything for it to stop so I can go back to bed. At some point I passed out because the next thing I know, I'm waking up with my cheek resting in a puddle of it, and two sets of fearful eyes staring back at me.

"Oh fuck, Deku… C'mere." Suddenly I feel warmth wrap around me as I'm lifted off the ground, everything's so hazy though and I can't really make out what's happening. "Fuck, my phone's still in my gym shorts."

"I've got mine right here."

"Call a fucking ambulance. Now!"

"Yes, hi. I'm a student at UA. We need an ambulance over here quickly. My friend's sick and I just found him passed out on the floor in his own vomit…. No, I don't think he overdosed on anything, he's got a medical condition. Yes, okay. We are in the Heights Alliance Dormitory, fourth floor bathrooms. Okay, thanks."

"When are they coming, Shitty Hair?"

"Real soon. They said they'd be here real soon."