Day 7 of Yaoi Week

A-Achoo!

With one sneeze, your desk shattered into a million pieces from under you. The entire class stared at you in bewilderment, and you couldn't help but to rub your nose with flushed cheeks extremely embarrassed to have interrupted the class the way you did. What killed you the most was that not even one person said "Bless you," or jumped to their to ask if you were even alright. The silence was so thick, you could easily cut it with a knife. Not so long afterwards you felt another sneeze building up, you gasped, and everyone took cover. They let out a relieved breath once it turned out it was a false alarm, but you shyly raised your hand still embarrassed beyond belief.

"Mr. Aizawa I think... I think it may be best if I took the rest of the day to rest up," you pointed out wishing to be excused. With a wind based quirk like your own, sneezes were lethal. Let alone you didn't take the hints your own body threw at you to start taking vitamins or sleep just an hour or two more each night to avoid a cold maybe even the flu in the makings.

"I agree with you believe it or not," Aizawa turned to his desk and began scribbling down something on a pink post-it note. "If anyone asks, show them my note saying that I excuse you from class," Aizawa held out the note for you to take. You grinned faintly, gathering your stuff, and didn't waste a second to take his note. "Rest easy (Y/n)," your teacher bid you farewell.

"Thank you sensei," you bowed and took your leave as you felt the comings of yet another sneeze. Get out of the class, get out of the class! You repeated to yourself and boom! You sneezed again, this one worse than the last blasting a hole into the tile flooring.

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Your dorm door creaked open hours later without the instance of a knock or call from the opposite side. "How're you doing (Y/n)? You sounded atrocious earlier," turns out it was your good friend Iida checking in on you through the crack in the door. You didn't really mind though, then again you were so sick that nothing really was on the mind. Well... Better answer him.

"Horrible..." You grumbled, speech muffled through snot blocked passages of the nose. It made you sound like a child for some reason. You wanted to snicker at that realization, but in the end didn't have the strength to do so.

Iida took great offense to your reply and swung the door open, nearly breaking it off its hinges. The man stepped in gazing upon the sight of you lying in bed with blankets towered upon your pale shivering frame with cheeks burning beat red. Your skin were glossy with sweat to top it off alongside your heavy breathing. "You really went downhill in just a few hours!" Iida pointed out with a dramatic point of his finger towards you. "How long have you been sick (Y/n)? The flu doesn't happen out of the blue!"

You hissed, turning your head to Iida's voice, slowly opening your eyes with what little strength you had to begin with. "I've been feeling funny for a few days... Thought that it was a silly cold and that it would pass on in like a few days or a week or something..."

"Yeah well clearly not!!!" Iida scolded you without holding anything back.

"Sorry..." You breathed.

"Don't apologize," Iida sighed but spoke in such a caring tone it made you ease up. "I'll take care of you for the next few days until your flu is cured."

"Oh... Thank you," you finally managed to grin. Iida pulled off his most purest smiles putting a hand to your forehead and hummed. The boy adjusted his glasses with a simple push of his index finger and hummed again.

"I'm gonna get a bowl of cold water to bring your fever down... Do you need anything at the moment?" You immediately nodded to Iida's nice offer.

"I really need to use the bathroom... But I'm so weak I can barely move, do you mind helping?" Now that was a request you were extremely embarrassed to ask even for a man who so happened to be your best friend. Judging by how calmly Iida took your request, didn't seem to mind at all which surprised you beyond belief.

"Let's make this quick," Iida clasped his hands together before progressing to strip the blankets from your moist body. The cold attacked your body, causing you to jolt into a ball position and shiver like a shaved dog in winter. Despite all this, Iida pushed for you to stand and had your arm slung over his shoulders and feet just barely planted on the floor. "Work with me okay (Y/n)?" Iida asked straightening out his legs.

"S-sure," you huffed. Iida took one step and you both were down for the count. Iida fell after tripping over your shoes sitting beside the bed and you landed atop him. It didn't hurt surprisingly for a man of muscles. But his body, Iida's muscle bound body were warmer than your own bed.

"S-sorry (Y/n)," Iida stuttered.

"No... It's fine," you snuggled more into Iida's chest and he gasped knowing exactly what just happened. When he heard your soothing long breaths, Iida couldn't help but to relax lying a hand at your backside. Any second now you were going to fall into a deep needed slumber that you haven't been able to enjoy all day.

"Sleep well (Y/n). Sleep well."