❤️ TodoDeku 💚

Shoto internally screams at himself as he opens the bedroom door to find no sign of Izuku. The white and red haired male clenching his hands into fists as he shuts the door and heads down the hallway, checking the bathroom quickly to see if Izuku is in there. Groaning to himself as he isn't in there either. Shoto then heading to his daughters bedroom, his mother in laws bedroom and his fathers bedroom. Cursing under his breath as he's not in either of those rooms either. The greenette no where to be seen upstairs. 

"For goodness sake, Izuku," Shoto mumbles under his breath. Heading down the stairs to see his father and his daughter cuddling on the couch watching tv, "Have you two seen Izuku? He's not in bed,"

"No? We haven't seen him," Enji replies sitting up, letting (Y/n) riddle to her father and jump into his arms, "Inko! Have you seen Izuku?"

"No, I haven't! Is he not in bed?" Inko asks worried, stepping out of the kitchen with an apron tied around her apron, huffing to herself, "That boy never lets himself rest! He'll make himself even more sick!"

"Maybe he's in the gym?" (Y/n) suggests, looking up at Shoto making him groan and rub the bridge of his nose, "Is mama being a bad boy?"

"Yes he is, little one," Enji says shaking his head, turning the volume down on the tv, "He should be resting,"

Inko shakes her head, putting her hands on her hips as she heads down to the gym at the end of the hall. Pushing the door open with Shoto and (Y/n) behind her. Their eyes landing on Izuku lifting weights, his knees shaking as he lifts the weights before groaning as he rests the bar on his shoulders. He was working out! When he was supposed to be in bed resting!

This morning, Izuku came down with a stomach ache. The greenette darting for the bathroom before Shoto could even utter a 'good morning' toward him and throwing up. After taking his temperature and making sure that he wasn't going to throw up again, they all came to the conclusion that Izuku was sick. So he had to stay in bed and rest. Keeping (Y/n) away from him so she didn't catch it.

However Izuku wouldn't stay still.

From a child, Izuku has always refused to stay in bed when he's ill. He's a lot like Katsuki than Izuku would like to admit. The greenette wouldn't stay an hour in bed. As a child, he'd rush out of his room and go downstairs to watch tv or he'd be in the study room watching his favourite All Might video or he'd be in his old play room and playing with his toys. He wouldn't stay still. He wouldn't even let Inko give him medicine.

Shoto clears his throat and arches a brow toward the greenette who sheepishly smiles toward his boyfriend. Izuku slowly setting the weights down and rubbing the back of his neck as he looks toward his unamused mother. Inko used to seeing her son rebel against rules when he's sick.

"You should be in bed," Inko scolds, looking toward him, crossing her arms over her chest, "Izuku, you're ill. You shouldn't be weight lifting of all things!"

"Mom, I'm fine," Izuku says with a small smile, rubbing the back of his neck with a sigh, wincing as his stomach agrees with his mother and begins tightening, "You know I can't stay in bed,"

"You'll make yourself worse," Shoto says, setting (Y/n) down and sighs as (Y/n) toddles toward Izuku and grabs his phone from the bench, "(Y/n), what are you doing?"

"How you unlock? I wanna play a game," (Y/n) says, thanking Izuku as he unlocks it, the girl heading straight for the contacts and calling All Might, putting him on speakerphone.

"Young Midoriya? What's up?" The four hear All Might ask from the phone, Shoto biting back a smile as he realises what his daughter is doing.

"Hi Papa All Might!" (Y/n) says with a giggle, looking toward Izuku with a big sneaky smirk, "Mama won't stay in bed, he's sick and he won't rest!"

"Well, that won't do will it?" All Might replies with a small chuckle, Izuku paling slightly at his daughters sneaky behaviour, "Midoriya, you need to rest. A hero should be healthy and strong not ill and cloud - minded. Get to bed and stay there, otherwise you'll be out of action for a while,"

"Y — yes All Might," Izuku stammers, going bright red, embarrassed at the fact that his daughter had just gone to his idol and told him to tell Izuku to rest, "Oh my god..."

"Thank you Papa! See you Sunday!" (Y/n) says with a bright giggle and hangs up, handing Izuku his phone back before trotting back to a speechless Inko, "Bed, mama!"

Izuku sheepishly rubs the back of his neck, gulping nervously, before leaving the gym. Shoto biting back a laugh and kissing his daughters cheek while Inko stood there astounded. Was that all she had to do?! All this time, she just had to ring All Might and tell him!

"That's all I had to do?!"...

"Mama listens to All Might, Grandma,"...

"You're a sneaky little lady aren't you?"...

💛 KamiShin 💜

Hitoshi curses under his breath as he wakes up with a splitting headache. A migraine. The male feeling lightheaded as his eyes flutter open and stare at the clock. His stomach whining gently, his throat tightening and then loosening you're again. A small whine leaving his lips as he shifts and a dull pain shoots through his stomach making him groan. The male tossing and turning in bed to try and stay comfortable.

Waking up Denki in turn.

The electric blonde whines gently, turning to his side to look toward his violet haired boyfriend. His bright yellow eyes looking toward his boyfriend, tilting his head confused at the unusual behaviour. Hitoshi huffs slightly and winces as his brain throbs against his skull. Guess work isn't an option today.

"What's wrong?" Denki asks softly, rubbing circles on his boyfriends chest with his index finger, kissing his cheek to try and perk him up a little bit, "Headache?"

"Migraine..." Hitoshi groans, burying his head into the crook of Denki's neck, hoping that his boyfriend could provide some sort of relief. The blonde holding him close and cooing slightly, kissing his temple, "And my stomach hurts... must have caught a bug from (Y/n) or something..."

"Awww, my poor baby boy," Denki coos, giggling slightly as Hitoshi weakly flicks his chest. The blonde rubbing his boyfriends back as he snuggles, "How about I get the child and we make you breakfast in bed? Would you like that?"

"That's a disaster waiting to happen," Hitoshi comments making Denki scoff and hit his back playfully, "Don't burn anything,"

"Babe, I'm like Gordon Ramsay in the kitchen," Denki says with a grin, sliding out of bed and pressing a kiss to his boyfriends forehead before grabbing his bedrobe, "Don't you stress your pretty little head, Dr Kaminari and Nurse (Y/n) will get you back to normal in no time,"

"I have so many regrets," Hitoshi hums, chuckling weakly as Denki throws a pillow toward him, hitting him in his chest, "Don't let (Y/n) touch the stove,"

"I got it! I got it! I can look after (Y/n), it's like she's my daughter," Denki says with a smile, heading down the hallway to wake up his little girl. The blonde knocking a little tune on her door and grinning as she whines, "Morning Sleeping Beauty, time to wake up!"

"Papa! It's so early!" (Y/n) whines, covering her face with her bedsheets making the blonde laugh softly, grabbing the ends of her bedsheets, "Wake me up when it's lunch,"

Denki chuckles softly and pulls the bed sheets off his little girl, biting back a laugh as she shrieks and tries to grab and pull the sheets back. The girl unsuccessful in her attempts, however. (Y/n) sits up and glares toward Denki who chuckles and kisses her nose. (Y/n) wasn't a morning person to say the least, opting for her fathers sleeping habits instead of partying through the night like Denki.

She likes her sleep!

"Morning baby girl," Denki coos, picking her up, letting her tiredly snuggle into him without a second thought, "Daddy isn't feeling very well today, he's got a bad tummy,"

"Awww..." (Y/n) mumbles into his chest, yawning as Denki heads down the stairs to the kitchen, stretching her arms over her head, "Is daddy okay?"

"He'll be okay," Denki reassures her, sitting her down on the kitchen counter and kissing her forehead as she yawns tiredly, "So I thought we could make him a special breakfast to make him feel better,"

"But papa, you can't cook," (Y/n) says tilting her head toward her blonde father, giggling as he deflates slightly at his daughters comment, "How are we gonna make daddy's breakfast?"

"We'll find a way, kitten, don't worry," Denki reassures her, kissing her cheek before opening the fridge and pulling out a packet of bacon and some sausages, the little girl on the kitchen counter giggling to herself as she pulls out two eggs from the egg carton, "We got this kitten!"

"Yeah!" (Y/n) cheers with a giggle, high fiving Denki with a big grin before watching the male pull the tray from the grill and setting it on the counter, "Whats that?"

"It's a tray that we put in the oven," Denki explains, placing three pieces of bacon onto the aluminium foil beside two sausages, "So then the food can cook,"

"Woah," (Y/n) says looking toward Denki as he places the tray under the grill and turns it on, the girl was never usually allowed to go near the stove when it was on considering last time she burnt her arm on one of the trays, "How long will they take to cook?"

"Uh... I have no idea," Denki says with a chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck as he grabs the eggs and begins to crack them into a saucepan, scrambling them, "Papa is running from current knowledge,"

"Papa, you don't have any knowledge," (Y/n) says making Denki chuckle and shake his head with a smile.

"Papa is actually smarter than you think, kitten, he may not have been the best in his class but he was smart enough to go to UA," Denki says with a smile, taking the toast from the toaster and setting it down onto the plate before pouring the scrambled egg on top, "Daddy's much smarter than papa though, that's why papa is more fun!"

"Yeah!" (Y/n) squeals with a giggle, clapping her hands, the girl watching as her father waits for the sausages and the bacon to cook. The smell of burnt food filling her nostrils as she looks around, "Whats that smell?"

"I don't know..." Denki hums tilting his head before widening his eyes. Realisation dawning on the blonde as he scurried to the grill and pulls out the bacon and sausages, whining at the state of them, "Godddamit..."

"That doesn't look like bacon," (Y/n) says pointing toward the black, shrivelled bits that were once pink stripes of bacon, the girl covering her nose at the acrid smell of burnt food, "Papa! They smell!"

Before Denki could do anything, Hitoshi walks downstairs and turns the grill off. Dumping the burnt food into the trash can and grabbing a saucepan, the violet haired male opening a window before hitting Denki upside the head with a pan making him shriek and whine.

"You're supposed to be in bed, Toshi," Denki whines, looking toward his sick boyfriend who places three bits of bacon onto the pan and letting them sizzle, "You're sick,"

"I can't leave you to do anything," Hitoshi mutters, rubbing his temple as he downs a painkiller and has a sip of water, "Go get (Y/n) in a bath,"

"What?! Babe! You're ill!"...

"I have a migraine! Stop yelling at me!"...

"Then get your ass back in bed!"...

💛 EraserMic 🖤

Hizashi chuckles gently as he walks into the living room, the sight of his boyfriend coughing gently into his fist. The long haired male shivering slightly as he pulls his blanket closer to his person, wincing slightly as his stomach gurgles. Aizawa unable to go to work for the next few days after coming down with a stomach bug. The male feeling more tired than usual, feeling more heavy in his movements as he shifts every now and then to keep himself comfortable.

"How you feeling Sho?" Hizashi asks softly, setting his keys down on the side before walking to his boyfriend and pressing a kiss to his boiling forehead, "Head still hurting? Thrown up?"

"I threw up after eating lunch... can't seem to hold anything down..." Aizawa groans, rubbing his forehead as he grabs his drink and gulps down a couple sips of water, wincing slightly as his head pounds, "Hows the kid?"

"Teach told me she keeps asking if you're okay," Hizashi says with a small chuckle, peeking out of the doorway and watches as his little girl walks around the house grabbing blankets from every room she can get, "She's been worried..."

Shota smiles softly, sitting up in his chair as (Y/n) toddles in with a tower of blankets in her arms. Hizashi chuckling gently as he picks up the stray blankets that fall off the tower. The girl setting them next to Shota before crawling onto the couch, her hands set to work as she begins covering her papa with the blankets she managed to find. Shota sending her a small smile.

"You have to keep warm," (Y/n) says, kissing his cheek as she makes sure Shota is comfortable with so many blankets on top of him, "Have you been drinking?"

"Yes, sweetie, I have," Aizawa reassures her, kissing her forehead softly as she pats his head, "I've been watching tv all day and I had a nap,"

"That's good," (Y/n) says with a smile, clapping her hands lightly before pouting toward Aizawa, "Did you take your medicine?"

Aizawa stays silent. That's all (Y/n) needed before she darts to the kitchen with Hizashi biting back a laugh. Their little girl being a little mother toward Shota. The long haired male groaning gently as (Y/n) teeters in holding a bottle of medicine and a little spoon to have it with. Hizashi chuckling gently at the scene of (Y/n) setting the bottle in Shota's lap.

"You tell me I have to take my medicine when I'm sick!" (Y/n) says with a little pout, crossing her arms over her chest as she stares at her father expectantly. Waiting for the male to take the medicine, "So you have to take yours otherwise you won't get better!"

"You tell him, little listener," Hizashi says with a grin, laughing as Shota whines, weakly opening the medicine bottle before taking a spoonful of it, "And one more Shota,"

"Whose side are you on?" Shota grumbles with a pout, taking another spoonful before shutting the medicine, "Happy kitten?"

"Yes! You should always take medicine when you're sick!" (Y/n) scolds, tapping his hand with a giggle before looking toward Hizashi who sticks his tongue out at her.

"Why don't you show papa what you made for him?" Hizashi suggests with a smile, ruffling her hair as she toddles out of the room toward her school bag, "Atta girl,"

Seconds later, (Y/n) teeters in holding a piece of folded card behind her back. Her bright (e/c) eyes sparkling happily as she pulls out a card from her back and holding it to Shota. The sick male gladly taking it from her hands and chuckling gently at the front cover. A picture of him, Hizashi and (Y/n) and Eri was drawn on the front. The girl had cat paws drawn all over the cards with 'Get Well Soon' at the top in her handwriting. Shota smiles, opening up the card and reading the message inside, his heart warming at the drawings of multiple hearts.

"Do you like it, papa?" (Y/n) asks tilting her head, smiling up at her father who ruffles her hair softly with a small chuckle.

"I love it, kitten, thank you," Shota hums setting the card on the coffee table before pulling his daughter into his arms, the male kissing her cheek gently and holding her close, "Papa is very happy,"

"Yay!" (Y/n) cheers with a giggle, hugging her father softly and snuggling into his person. Hizashi smiling softly as he takes a quick picture of the moment and sends it to All Might, Midnight and Hitoshi, "I love you papa,"

"I love you too, honey," Aizawa hums, kissing her cheek softly and holding her close, clearing his throat gently as bile begins to form, "But you better get away before you get sick too,"

"I don't care, cuddles are worth getting sick,"...

"I'm not worth getting sick, kitten, come on,"...

"Nope, I'm staying here! Cuddles make everyone feel better!"...

🤍 TodoBaku 🧡

Shoto chuckles to himself as he slowly wakes up to the sight of a groaning Bakugo. The explosive blonde weakly whining as his arms give out from under him. His nose bright red. His eyes slightly watery and puffy. His throat feeling tight. Body feeling almost heavy with every movement that he makes. His lips dry. His stomach arguing with him as he takes a small sip of water. For the first time, in Shoto's life, he saw something that he never thought would ever happen in a million years.

Katsuki Bakugo being sick.

Bakugo being sick was a once in a blue moons chance. It's almost unheard of. The blonde never missed a day of school or of work. Never allowing a simple stomach ache or a cough leave him bed ridden for the day. What kind of a hero was he if he got sick? He couldn't save people if he was sick! Sick people can't do anything but sit around and do nothing! What kind of hero let's themselves get sick?

Yet here he was, laying in bed with a thermometer in his mouth. His dual quirked boyfriend resting his cold hand over his forehead to cool him down slightly as he takes a reading. Shoto presses a cold kiss to his boyfriends cheek gently, smiling softly to his whining boyfriend.

Yeah... Katsuki was definitely sick. And that wasn't the best thing ever... Katsuki being ill was like looking after a spoiled little toddler. It became pure hell in the worse of times.

"What's wrong with mama?" (Y/n) asks as she toddles in, a trail of ice following her feet making Shoto chuckle gently. Her quirk still playing with her. The girl whining as she turns around and sees a trail of ice from her feet to her bedroom, "Dammit..."

"It'll melt, snowflake, don't worry," Shoto reassures her and pushes himself to his feet, "Mama's not feeling very well, he's got a fever,"

"No I don't, I'm perfectly fine," Katsuki grumbles trying to push himself to sit up, trying to convince himself that he's fine before falling back into the mattress with a groan, "Dammit! Work arms!"

"No! Mama! You have to rest!" (Y/n) orders, climbing onto the bed and sitting on Katsuki's legs, pushing his chest down to stop him from getting up, "You have to stay in bed!"

"Squirt, I'm fine," Katsuki tells her, trying to move her off, groaning as his arms weakly push at her, "I have patrol,"

"Uh, no you don't," Shoto replies, pushing the blonde to lay back down. Katsuki glaring toward Shoto, "I called in, Midoriya will cover your shift,"

"What?! That nerd doesn't know what he's doing! That's my turf! Not h—" Katsuki yells before being thrown into a coughing fit, Shoto grabbing a tissue and letting him hold it to his mouth, "Ugh! See! I'm fine!"

"You just had a coughing fit, you're staying in bed, your temperature is high too, you need to rest," Shoto tells Katsuki, making the blonde glare at him and try to sit up, "Don't make me call your mom!"

"Fine! I'll stay in fucking bed," Katsuki grumbles, not wanting his mom to come over and rule the roost while he's ill. No way in hell was that going to happen. The blonde huffing as he lays in bed, "Stupid fever..."

"It's okay mama! Daddy and I will look after you!" (Y/n) says with a giggle, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, "We'll make you better!"

Despite his love for both his little girl and his boyfriend, Katsuki had his doubts. His boyfriend, after all, was Shoto Todoroki. The guy who grew up having everything done for him. Not really learning how to cook or clean. Shoto can't even turn the stove on to save his life. The only thing he could make was cold soba and toast. He couldn't use the microwave properly either.

Katsuki had to yank the tin of baked beans out before the microwave exploded last time!

Speaking of Shoto, the red and white haired male stands at the kitchen counter with (Y/n) sitting on the counter next to him. The pair humming to each other as they decide what to make Katsuki for breakfast. Wanting to perk him up a bit so since Katsuki seemed so down in the dumps (more than usual).

"Pancakes?" (Y/n) asks tilting her head, knowing how much Katsuki appreciates pancakes when his mom makes them, "Mama likes pancakes,"

"I can't make pancakes," Shoto says with a small hum, chuckling to himself as he rubs the back of his neck with a small smile, "And your mom doesn't like soba that much..."

"We can make pancakes! They don't have to be perfect, daddy!" (Y/n) says with a giggle, grabbing the recipe book from the side and opening it up, showing him the pancake recipe that Katsuki always uses, "We can do it together!"

Shoto nods with a smile, nervously turning on the oven before grabbing a bowl. The bi colour haired male grabbing a whisk and a measuring things while (Y/n) grabs the milk, giggling as she pours some into the jug and then pouring it into the bowl. A smile on her lips as she cracks two eggs into the mixture and then letting Shoto add a couple cups of flour. Shoto and (Y/n) hold onto the whisk together and begin stirring the pancake mixture. The pair getting flour everywhere! Having fun with it.

"Now to put it in the pan," Shoto says nervously, turning the stove on before setting a pan down and placing some oil in the pan, "Oh god, let's hope we don't burn anything,"

"I'll pour it in!" (Y/n) says with a giggle, grabbing the ladle and spooning the mixture in, giggling as Shoto gently shakes the pan softly and waiting for the bubbles to pop, "Now we flip!"

"Here we go!" Shoto says with a small chuckle, shaking the pan before flicking it up (a bit too harshly) making the pancake hit the ceiling. And stick there. The pair bursting out with laughter, "I don't think that's coming down, snowflake,"

After four more attempts, creating a mess of flour, milk and pancakes in the kitchen. The pair finally manage to make a plate full of pancakes for Katsuki. The pair ignoring the five pancakes stuck to the ceiling as they head toward the bedroom that Katsuki is in. (Y/n) holding a mug full of warm lemon tea to help Katsuki and clear his throat. The pair walk into the room and Katsuki double takes at their appearance.

They were both covered in flour. Head to toe.

"Was there a flour bomb in the kitchen?" He asks tilting his head, thanking Shoto as he helps him sit up. The blonde whining gently as his stomach grumbles softly, "What did you make?"

"Pancakes!" (Y/n) says with a smile, letting Shoto set the plate down on his lap, "We made them all by ourself!"

"Thank you squirt," Katsuki says softly, his voice hoarse as he coughs into his elbow, groaning gently, the male grabbing his cutlery and digging into the pancakes with a small smile, "These are really nice,"

"Have medicine too, mama!" (Y/n) orders, giggling as Katsuki grabs a pill and swallows it down with his lemon tea, "Good mama!"

"I'm not a dog, squirt," Katsuki says with a chuckle, kissing her forehead before laughing as (Y/n) shrieks and runs out the room.

"Mama, made me sick! Daddy!" (Y/n) squeals, trying to rub the kiss off her forehead making the pair chuckle and laugh toward her, "I'm gonna die!"

"So... What's the state of the kitchen?"....

"It's (Y/n)'s fault,"...

"Wha— Daddy!"...

💙 ShigaDabi 💜

(Y/n) wasn't too impressed with her daddy.

The girl teeters out of her bedroom, holding her teddy close to her chest as she heads toward her parents bedroom. The girl tilting her head as she peeks her head through the door and seeing her dad doubling over on the bed laughing his head off. The scarred male bashing his fist against the mattress with a big guffaw. (Y/n) taking another step in, confused, as she looks toward her papa who rubs the bridge of his nose.

"What's going on?" She asks confused, looking toward her parents, frowning toward her daddy as he bites back a laugh, "Daddy! Stop laughing!"

"Papa doesn't feel very well, baby," Dabi hums, snorting when Shigaraki goes to speak making the bluenette glare and hit Dabi upside the head, "Ow! Babe!"

"I'm not — ugh... I'm not..." Shigaraki tries to speak, his voice becoming more and more scratchy. Losing his voice. His voice sounding much more raspy and hoarse than usual making Dabi snort and laugh, "I... threw up... this morning... sweetie..."

"What's wrong with papa's voice?" She asks worried, crawling onto the bed to give Shigaraki a hug, snuggling into his chest as she looks up at him. Her eyes widening as he coughs into his fist and pushes her away, "Daddy! Stop laughing at him!"

"I can't believe you threw up in the trash can!" Dabi squeals with a laugh, "And you sound like you've smoked a hundred!"

"Daddy!" (Y/n) scolds, grabbing a pillow and hitting the laughing male with it making Shigaraki snort slightly, "Don't laugh at papa! Being sick isn't funny!"

"You tell... him..." Shigaraki hums, groaning to himself as he rests a hand on his throat and gently massages it, wincing slightly as his eczema flares up slightly, "It hurts..."

"We'll get you some lemon tea, papa," (Y/n) says, kissing his cheek gently before pushing him down to lay down by his chest, "You rest! No video games! And no talk! Don't strain your voice!"

"Yes... ma'am," he wheezes, snuggling into bed with a small smile. Chuckling silently to himself as the girl grabs Dabi by the hand and pulls him away from the bedroom and heads to the kitchen.

The bluenette wasn't used to being looked after. Whenever he got sick, he was often just left to wallow in his room until he got better or he'd be forced into training. He never got looked after by anyone. Having a boyfriend was new. Having a baby was new. Learning and doing education was new. His little girl gave him so much and he adored the crap out of her.

She was a little angel.

The girl in question, sat on the kitchen counter ordering her father around. The girl wasn't very impressed by her father laughing at her papa's illness. (Y/n) giving Dabi the most adorable yet angry frown as she gets her daddy to make lemon tea for his boyfriend as well as making the bluenette some breakfast.

"What did you do?" Natsuo asks arching a brow as he walks in, stretching his arms over his head with a small yawn, "What did daddy do, baby girl?"

"He laughed at papa! Papa isn't very well!" (Y/n) grumbles, pouting toward her father as he pulls the potato waffles from the oven and sets them down onto the plate with fried eggs on top of them, "Being sick isn't funny!"

"No it isn't, you tell him," Natsuo says laughing as Dabi throws the spatula toward him, the younger brother ducking to avoid it, "Naughty daddy,"

"Is that good enough for you, baby?" Dabi asks, showing her the breakfast be made for his boyfriend. Waiting for his little girls permission. The girl nodding in agreement before giggling, "Have you got the medicine?"

"Yeah!" (Y/n) says holding the bottle in her hand with a giggle, holding onto Dabi as he picks her up and heads back toward the bedroom. The scarred male opening the door with his free hand, "Papa! We bought medicine! And lemon tea! And breakfast!"

Shigaraki sends her a silent smile, sitting up gently and taking the lemon tea into his hands before sipping at it gently. The male gulping down a couple of sips before setting it on the nightstand. Smiling gently as (Y/n) sets down his breakfast onto his lap, the girl kissing his cheek before he happily digs into it. The male swallowing down the fried egg and potato waffles with a smile.

"Now, Daddy! Clean the trash can!" (Y/n) orders, pointing toward the vomit filled trash can making Dabi gag, "You laughed at papa! You have to do it!"

"Baby, I'm not cleaning that," Dabi says, shaking his head before whining as Shigaraki points to the trash can, "Babe! Why are you siding with her?"

"Because he loves me and you were mean," (Y/n) says with a giggle, "Clean the trash can!"

"Natsuo! Can you clean out our trash can?! It's full of puke and I ain't touching it!"...

"Uh... no! What the hell do you take me for?!"...

"Clean it yourself Touya!"...

❤️ KiriMina 💖

Kirishima smiles to himself as he watches his little girl pat Mina's forehead gently. A small groan leaving his girlfriend as she snuggles into the blankets she's been wrapped up in. His pinkette girlfriend whining gently as she's been made into a Mina burrito. Her eyes, usually full of joy and happiness, were kind of dull inside as she stares toward the tv in her bedroom. She hated being bed ridden. It was the worst thing ever!

Mina couldn't go to her dance classes that evening. She couldn't go to patrols and beat up bad guys. She couldn't give her daughter kisses and cuddles as much as she wanted. She couldn't cuddle with her boyfriend unless she wanted to get him sick. And a sick Eijiro Kirishima wasn't something that they needed right now. Mina didn't want to be in a Mina burrito! She wanted to be out and play with her little girl!

Mina hates being sick...

Eijiro smiles gently, sitting next to a grumpy Mina, and holds medicine in his hands. The pinkette whining and whinging toward her boyfriend as he undoes the cap and pours some onto a spoon. Her eyes widening slightly at the colour, her throat gagging slightly as she braces herself for the horrible taste.

"No, Eiji the medicine is disgusting," Mina whines, shaking her head as Eijiro tries to hold it to her lips, "Noooooo!"

"Babe, come on, you need to take your medicine!" Eijiro says with a groan, sighing softly as Mina pushing his hand away, the medicine spilling onto the floor, "Mina, babe, please,"

"It's disgusting! I'm not having it!" Mina whines, shaking her head as she looks toward (Y/n) who looks toward the stain on the carpet, "Tell him, princess,"

"Mama, you need to take your medicine," (Y/n) says looking toward her mother who pouts at her little girl, "I always take my medicine,"

"Whose side are you on?" Mina whines, shaking her head as Eijiro tries to put some medicine in her mouth, "I pushed you out, you should be on mama's side you little rascal,"

Eijiro huffs and looks toward his little girl who tilts her head. (Y/n) pouting in concentration as she tries to figure out a way of feeding her mother medicine. There had to be a way! Mina had to have her medicine! (Y/n) didn't want Mina to get even more ill! She needed to get better! Not worse!

Suddenly, a bright idea enters the little girls brain and she darts out the room with a little giggle. Eijiro arches a brow and follows his little girl, being lead to the kitchen. (Y/n) grabs a chair from the dining table and pushes it toward the kitchen counter, the girl climbs up onto it and then onto the counter before opening one of the cabinets. One that holds wine.

"You wanna bribe your mom with wine?" Eijiro asks arching a brow with a small chuckle before grinning, "You're a genius, princess!"

"Yeah!" (Y/n) says with a giggle, watching as Eijiro pulls a bottle out, one of Mina's favourite wines, and grabs one of the wine glasses, "Mama likes wine!"

"She does, princess, good job," Eijiro praises, picking his little girl up and setting her onto his shoulders, chuckling as she holds onto his head to make sure she doesn't fall off before heading back to his bedroom. The male groaning as he realises Mina has hidden the medicine, "Alright, where did you put it?"

"Put what, Eiji - babe?" Mina asks innocently, looking around the room with a hum, "I don't know what you're on about,"

"It's in the wardrobe, top right corner in the top shelf," (Y/n) tells Eijiro, sliding off him and landing on the bed with a giggle as Mina gawks at her with wide eyes, "Mama! You always put my toys in that place when I'm naughty,"

"I need to find a new hiding place," Mina grumbles with a whine as Eijiro pulls out the medicine bottle and undoes the top, "I've already told you, I'm not having that!"

"You see, we knew you'd say that," Eijiro hums with a grin, setting down a bottle of wine on the nightstand making Mina freeze, "So we've come with an offer, if you have the medicine, you can have a glass of wine,"

"Bribery? Really?" Mina asks arching a brow, "What do you think I am? Six? You think wine is enough to make me take that —"

"I'll also buy that dress you have been eyeing,"...

"Ugh! Give me the damn bottle!"...

"Good girl, mama!"..

❤️ KiriBaku 🧡

Katsuki hums gently as he stirs the pot full of ramen noodles. Chuckling gently as he holds the spoon up to his daughters lips, letting her taste it to tell him whether or not it needs more spices or seasoning or if it's too bland. His little girl smiling toward him happily and nodding as it tastes perfect, giving her daddy thumbs up before watching as he begins stir the noodles in the broth. The blonde letting (Y/n) stir the noodles too, making sure (Y/n) didn't burn herself on the pot.

Upstairs, cocooned in blankets and hot water bottles, laid Mama Eijiro. A damp flannel resting on his forehead. His eyes slightly watery and puffy. His nose was bright red and blocked. His lips dry, mouth feeling tight and dry. His head pounding. His throat sore. His stomach twisting and turning in horrible directions. Ill. Sick. Feeling almost dead to the world as he watches tv.

(Y/n) and Katsuki wanted to pick up the redheads spirits. Eijiro's positive mentality often slipping whenever he fell sick. So, after a lot of deliberating, the pair decided to make some ramen for the redhead. It's light and it's easy to swallow and easy to keep down. They didn't want to give him something that he'd throw back up.

"Think that's good enough for your mother?" Katsuki asks softly, looking toward his little girl as she grabs a spoon and gently takes a sip of the broth with a small hum, "Yeah?"

"Yeah! It's really yummy, daddy," (Y/n) says with a giggle, smiling up at her father as he kisses her forehead and pours the ramen into a bowl, "Daddy's the best cook ever!"

"Damn right I am!" Katsuki says with a grin, ruffling his daughters hair before pulling her off the counter and setting her down on her feet. The little girl holds the bowl of ramen in her hands before toddling to her parents room, "We're gonna kick the illness in the butt, aren't we brat?"

"Yeah! We're gonna get mama better!" (Y/n) cheers with a giggle, crawling up the stairs while making sure that she doesn't spill the ramen, thanking Katsuki when he saves her from falling. The pair heading toward the bedroom where the sorrowful redhead is snuggled in bed, "Mama! We're here with ramen!" 

Eijiro groans gently, slowly pushing himself to sit up, running his hand through his red locks before sending his little girl a weak smile. The redhead chuckling gently as Katsuki helps her onto the bed, taking his ramen from her and kissing her forehead.

"Thank you, baby," Eijiro coos softly, rubbing her back and smiles softly as his little girl grabs the chopsticks and takes some ramen into the cutlery before holding them up to Eijiro's lips making him smile.

The redhead opens his mouth and takes the ramen into it mouth, slurping it up before swallowing it down with a small groan. His stomach whining gently but he's able to keep it down. Katsuki rubbing his back and pressing a kiss to his temple as (Y/n) feeds her mother the ramen they made. The explosive blonde making sure Eijiro is okay.

"Thank you, sweetie, that was very tasty," Eijiro praises her, ruffling her hair before groaning gently as he snuggles back into the covers, pressing a hot water bottle to his stomach, "God I feel awful,"

"It's okay mama, it'll be okay," (Y/n) says patting his cheek gently and pressing a kiss to his cheek, "Cuddles?"

"I don't wanna get you sick, pebble," Eijiro says sending her a small smile but chuckles as she ignores his warnings. Being the little stubborn cookie she was, she burrows herself underneath the covers and snuggles into her mother's chest, "(Y/n), I told you—"

"I don't care," (Y/n) says snuggling, kissing Eijiro's cheek before resting her head against his chest, "Cuddles make everyone feel better,"

Despite Eijiro telling her no, (Y/n) wouldn't let her mother go the day without any cuddles. She knew how much her mama loves cuddles. They always managed to brighten the redheads day. No matter what he was going through, no matter what kind of day he was having, a cuddle from his little girl meant the world to him.

"Kat, tell her," Eijiro whines gently, not wanting to get his daughter sick. The male pouting as Katsuki climbs into the bed behind him and spoons him from behind, "Kat, you'll get sick too,"

"Then we'll get sick together, simple,"...

"That's not a good thing,"...

"Shh, mama, accept the love,"...

💙 IidaOcha 💖

The unbelievable had happened. Of all the things that Ochaco has endured, this little endeavour has not been one of them. She never, in a million years, thought that this moment would ever happen. Always trusting that her boyfriend was always on the ball. Always one to manage avoid getting sick. Yet, somehow, by some miraculous reason:

Tenya got sick.

For the duration the brunette has been with him, Tenya has never gotten sick. By some lucky chance, he's never had a fever or had a stomach bug or thrown up. Never ever having had to take the day off school. Sure, he's had the odd cold here and there but that's often fine within a day. Never, in a million years, did Ochaco think she'd find her boyfriend sick. Especially when he always takes certain precautions to make sure that viruses, flus and fevers aren't caught.

Yet here he was, snuggling into the sheets and sniffling away. His nose blocked. His red eyes slightly puffy and watering from how congested he was. The tip of his nose slightly red from all the times he's had to wipe or blow his nose. The blue haired male feeling run down. Feeling almost dead to the world. He didn't like this feeling.

Not. One. Bit.

He shouldn't be in bed, suffering with a fever. He should be out on the streets. He should be on patrol. He should be out there saving citizens from potential villains. Not sitting in bed with a wet flannel on his forehead. Not sitting in bed with a lemon tea sitting on his nightstand. He didn't feel very heroic today. Almost feeling heavy. Like he couldn't do anything. He couldn't even being himself to catch up on paperwork. The fever kicking him down for a good few days.

So, luckily, Tenya had two little helpers who were more than happy to assist him in getting better. (Y/n), although disheartened by her father growing ill, grew excited about looking after her father. She got to play doctors! She got to be the doctor and her daddy being the sick patient! She could be in charge! Daddy would have to do as she says if he wanted to get better! There would be no argument about it.

Ochaco giggles gently as she hands (Y/n) a tray. Letting the little girl grow accustomed to holding it properly before piling the tray up with Tenya's warm chicken noodle soup and warm crusty bread. The little girl happily giggling to herself as she carefully toddles toward her parents bedroom, letting Ochaco hold the tray when they go up the stairs, before being handed it back when they get to the top. (Y/n) determined to get her daddy better and make him happy again.

Ochaco smiles softly, opening the bedroom door for her little girl to teeter in. Their eyes on Tenya who blows his nose into a tissue before discarding it into the bin, the male feeling disgusted. It wasn't nice seeing Tenya broken down like this. They weren't used to seeing him look so defeated in bed. However, his eyes perk up at the sight of his favourite girls in the world.

What would he do without them?

Tenya sends a small smile to his little girl, chuckling gently as she carefully walks to his side of the bed. Her arms slightly shaking as she holds the tray up for him to take, which he does, and sets it on his lap with a small hum. Letting (Y/n) near him when he was sick wasn't Tenya's favourite thing to do. He didn't want to pass on whatever he had onto his little girl.

"Have you had your medicine, daddy?" (Y/n) asks tilting her head toward the glasses clad male who chuckles gently and shakes his head making the girl gasp, "Mommy! Daddy hasn't had medicine!"

"Well that won't do, will it angel?" Ochaco says, shaking her head as she kneels down by (Y/n) and hands her the medicine, the brunette giggling at her daughters enthusiasm as she climbs onto the bed, "Make sure he takes it, sweetie,"

"You should always take your medicine when you're sick, daddy!" (Y/n) informs him, sitting next to him before trying to undo the lid. The girl whining as the child lock on the top prevents her from doing so, "Otherwise you won't get better! Then you can't save people and be the best hero ever!"

"Shall I open it, honey?" Tenya asks, his voice hoarse and strained, holding his hands out to take the bottle before backing away as (Y/n) shakes her head. The girl was determined to open the bottle, "Push the lid down and then twist, angel,"

"Lids are so hard!" (Y/n) whines, pushing the lid down and twisting it with all her might. The girl squealing as it finally comes undone before grabbing the little spoon. Carefully, (Y/n) pours some medicine into the spoon, making sure she doesn't spill any, and holds the spoon to her fathers lips, "Say 'ah' daddy,"

Tenya chuckles and opens his lips, taking in the medicine and swallowing it down with a smile. (Y/n) giggles happily as Ochaco puts the cap back into the medicine and Tenya begins taking sips of his soup. The little girl's eyes sparkling with joy as she leans against her daddy.

"You'll get sick, angel," Tenya warns her softly, chuckling as (Y/n) snuggles in further as he dips some bread into his soup and takes a bite out of it, "Daddy doesn't want to make you sick too,"

"Then don't make me sick," (Y/n) simply replies, snuggling into Tenya as he wraps his arm around her. Knowing it's futile to push her away, and just accepts the warm cuddles of his little girl, "Cuddles always make me feel better,"

"Thank you Dr (Y/n),"...

"Love you daddy,"...

"I love you too Angel,"...

💚 TodoBakuDeku 🧡

Shoto was sick. How? No one knew. His two boyfriends were utterly astounded when they got home last night and found Shoto unable to regulate his body temperature. His fire side overriding his ice side. The male sneezing out snowflakes one minute and then little sparks of fire the next. The son of Endeavor, the one person that hardly ever got sick, finally got sick after spending years upon years of having no sick days.

It seemed surreal.

And a sick Shoto. Wasn't a very happy Shoto. To say the least, trying to keep the male happy turned into a really chore. The two boyfriends unable to find ways in making the sickness a bit less hard on their boyfriend. Wanting to try and lift his spirits instead of keeping him down in the dumps and wallow in his own sadness. The male often did a full 180 on his emotions when he was sick. Refused to have cuddles. Refused kisses. Refused to take medicine. Refused to get out of bed and move.

He wasn't at all impressed that he couldn't go to patrol either.

So here (Y/n) was, trying to cheer him up in the only way she could think of, making cold soba for her daddy. Katsuki standing behind her, making sure she was not making too much of a mess and that she was doing it right. Hanging on the line was (Y/n)'s very own painting of her daddy in his hero costume. On the kitchen table sat a Get Well Soon card that was handmade by (Y/n) herself. The girl determined to make her father feel better.

"Wanna add anything else to it, baby?" Katsuki asks, running his fingers through his little girls hair with a small smile, "Or shall we keep it as it is?"

"Daddy likes it plain, so keep it as it is," (Y/n) replies, kissing Katsuki's cheek with a bright smile before picking up the card and taking her painting off the line. Her blonde mother figure grabbing the bowl of soba and following her up the stairs, "Daddy's gonna be happy!"

"Yeah, he will," Katsuki says, chuckling gently to himself as he watches his little girl climb up the stairs with a little look of determination sparkling in her eyes. Her eyebrows down. Her eyes focused. A small determined pout on his baby girls lips, "Good little girl, aren't you?"

"Well duh," (Y/n) says with a giggle, getting to the top of the stairs before beaming toward Katsuki who chuckles at her statement. Katsuki's egotism rubbing off on the little girl, "Mama didn't teach me to be mean,"

"No I didn't, that's right," Katsuki says, following her toward his bedroom that he shares with his other two boyfriends. The blonde knocking softly on the door before opening it up, "Hey, Sho, we got a little surprise,"

Inside the room, stood Izuku tending to a sick Shoto. The greenette helping his boyfriend sit up before handing him his lemon tea. Izuku not letting Shoto be on his own just in case he accidentally sets his bed sheets on fire from sneezing. Shoto smiles gently toward his little girl before his eyes light up happily at the sight of cold soba.

"We made this for you daddy," (Y/n) says, letting Katsuki hand Shoto the cold soba, her little giggles floating around the room as Shoto immediately digs into the heavenly dish, "And I made you things too!"

"What did you make me, sweet pea?" Shoto asks softly, smiling as Katsuki lifts the girl onto the bed and chuckles as she shows him the card and the picture, "Awww, are these for me?"

"Yeah!" (Y/n) says, almost proud of herself, giggling as Shoto opens up the card and hums, "I wrote it myself too!"

"That's great!" Izuku praises, kissing his daughter on the cheek, "You're our little artist aren't you?"

(Y/n) giggles happily, smiling toward her father as he looks toward his two gifts that were handmade by his little angel. His heart feeling like it was about to explode with how much thought she must have put into it. He sniffles gently, clearing his throat before wiping his eyes slightly.

"Are you crying, Sho?" Izuku asks softly, his heart swelling as Shoto nods and smiles weakly. Tears of happiness leaving the males eyes as he reads the letter, "Awww, Sho..."

"Come here, sweet pea," Shoto says, sniffling as (Y/n) crawls to him and snuggles into his chest as he wraps his arms around her. Holding her tightly against him before rocking her, "Thank you baby, I love you so much,"

"That must really mean a lot for him to cry,"...

"Well he's always worried he's gonna turn into his dad, Deku, and she's making him realise that he's nowhere near,"...

"I love you much much more daddy!"...