Fever.


You rinsed your mouth out for the second time today, trying to scrub away the smell of vomit. A layer of water leaked out from your eyes as you made your way to the door. There had been a knock, and it refused to go away even after ignoring it the first two times. Tightening a blanket around your body, you cracked the door open to peek out.

[slam]

You had forced it back shut out of shock when you saw Aizawa. Another knock at the door. This time you opened it to see Present Mic behind him, grinning.

"Why are you guys here?" Mic presented a small lunch, and pointed to the small grocery bag Aizawa was tasked to carry.

"We've come to take care of you." He beamed at you happily, but your forehead wrinkled slightly as you frowned.

"You don't need to. It's just a cold."

"All Might made the lunch." The small box danced back and forth enticingly. You knew it had to be delicious.

"I'll take it."

The bribery a success, they shuffled into your modest apartment. It was messy, clothes strewn about since you hadn't been feeling well enough to clean. You apologized for the mess, shoving everything in the bathroom as a temporary fix. Sneaking a quick glance at the clock, you made a mental note.

"About time for the next dose."

"I'll make drinks for you guys. Go ahead and sit." You pointed to the living room before leaving. It was cozy enough, and all three of you would be able to fit around the table. Aizawa sat down.

"Hey, you're the sick one here!" Mic followed your path a bit too quickly. "WOAH SORRY!?" A glass shattered in the kitchen.

"What's going on in there?" Aizawa started to get up, but Mic's face popped out from the door, waving him off. You sighed and bent down to pick up the array of pills that had fallen on the floor.

"What's this?" Mic whispered to you as he helped pick them out of the glass, the quiet tone something you didn't think he was capable of. He grabs the bottle to read the label. More anti-rejection medicine, given to you by Shuuzenji Chiyo. Recovery Girl. The expression on his face was both concerned and confused. "Weren'tcha supposed to be fine if you didn't go overboard?" You smile grimly, annoyed that you already had to explain yourself.

"I'm still fine."

You confessed: It wasn't a cold at all, you just weren't used to the side effects of the medicine yet. But you assured him it wasn't as bad as it looked or sounded. His eyes clouded with worry, gaze traveling to the other room.

"Don't tell him, Yamada." Unlike with Toshinori, you never used Mic's name. With a sigh, he nodded.

"I'll clean up here." He gently nudged you out of the way, carefully sweeping up shards of glass. Making your way back to the living room, you plopped down at the table.

"What happened?" Aizawa seemed suspicious. You rested yourself lazily, eyes closed.

"That goof tossed my favorite cup for no reason. He'll have to pay me back with his body." The joke came out dryly. You could hear Mic squeak out from the kitchen.

"Don't tell people that!" You snorted at the reaction but kept your eyes closed, hoping he wouldn't press further. There was the sound of some rustling, and a small box was placed into your hand. You opened your eyes to see it was cold medicine. Aizawa averted his gaze, trying to look disinterested.

"Thanks." Scooting the gift under the table, you picked up the lunch. Inside was a small serving of okayu. Toshinori was an angel. You might not have a cold, but you hadn't been able to keep anything down all day.

Mic finally came out with some drinks for everyone, and it was around an hour before Aizawa said he had to go take care of some things at the school. He was putting on his shoes when Mic surprised the both of you by saying he would stay a bit longer. You said your goodbye, and once Aizawa was out the door, you were instantly bombarded with questions.

"Your quirk's gettin' worse?" You sat Mic down and explained. The pills were only a precaution. Lately you had been put on a ton of villain cases, and the stress on your body was starting to add up. In fact, it was the first day you needed them at all – the overuse from villain catching plus a Sunday off.

"Recovery Girl said that my body knows how to fix the damage naturally, but it takes time. These are just helping." They weren't needed at work, since you could go to the infirmary directly. You could read the look on his face. Toshinori, Kayama, Aizawa... they needed to know. You shook your head. "It isn't worse, so there's no reason for them to worry. YOU shouldn't be worrying." Stretching out on the couch, you thought of an idea.

"Tell me about your school days. I want to hear all the crazy things you and Aizawa did as teens. These pills make me drowsy... so until I fall asleep?" He thought about it, and squishing himself into the space next to you on the couch.

xXx

"Shouta's a lonesome guy you know. But to be honest, he's much more open now than in high school."

"Hah. Really?"

"Yeah. I met him the first day of class. He was the only one who refused to make friends. But I wasn't about to have that. So I made a plan to make him talk to me."

"And that worked?" Mic smiled sheepishly.

"Not really. I ended up annoying him more than anything. But about a month into the school year I saw him hangin' around downtown. The first time he looked really nervous, so I didn't go say hi. But he was there a few times after that too, like he was pluckin' up courage go somewhere." You leaned your head on Mic in curiosity, his eyes sparkling back at you with an air of humor. "You know what he was doing?"

You couldn't imagine Aizawa being nervous to do anything. You closed your eyes and fought back a yawn.

"Tell me."

"I confronted him, and he was super surprised 'ta see me. He was pacing outside of one of those cat cafes! A cat was too much trouble to own, so his family didn't have any pets. Since he likes them, he wanted to go in, but he was too embarrassed to go alone." Mic laughed aloud at the memory. "It was so crazy, since I didn't think he cared about what other people thought. Especially looking at him now."

"Anyway, so I told him it wasn't a big deal to go in too. Let me tell you a secret. If you want to see him smile, take 'im to a cafe. Shouta's a sucker for that. Of course, I also racked up a huge bill waiting for him to finish playing. He told me he'd pay for one cake, but I ended up eating something like six slices... I had to work off that debt for weeks, he was so mad. But..." Mic trailed as he noticed your slow breathing.

You had fallen asleep despite his animated recantation. Careful not to wake you, he maneuvered his way off the couch. You curled up into a ball, much chillier now his body warmth was gone. Eyeing the blanket that was now bunched on the floor, he used to cover you. You mumbled out a thanks as he left, and he made sure to lock the door on the way out.

Fever end.