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sick-atsumu-side · 4 years

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It's me yet again lol. Sorry. IF you can could write something on Todoroki overusing both his quirks and it leads to him having a really strange fever and maybe vomiting because his body just went crazy about being cold and hot at the same time. (If you can include some fainting too :3) dont know who takes care of him or helps him, is uo to you. But only if yoh and whenever you want! Have a nice day and stay safe!

E. This is too much | Todoroki Shoto

Yes!!! If you kept sending this ideas maybe I’ll open the BNHA related, I don’t know but ahhh. And so sorry for being late!! ): I really hope you like it💗 have a nice day too!

‘‘Okay, this is the last exercise of the day. Don’t mess up.’‘

Aizawa sighed, after guiding them to the woods. All of the class were already tired because of the training, however, this was the last and it made them a bit relieved after all.

They were separated in groups, so that way they wouldn’t be lost in the woods. Bakugo, Kirishima, Momo and Todoroki were a team, so they walked to their way to start doing their training.

Kirishima was trying to not get the explosion of Katsuki burn his entire body with his hardening, while Todoroki was making ice non-stop till he was tired and then he burned part of the woods and vice versa. Momo on the other hand, was doing her thing in a side of a three, too tired to be able to talk.

They were doing fine the first twelve minutes, however, Todoroki had started to feel a bit hot and achy. His entire body was feeling strange to the point of shaking. A shudder crossed his spine and he winced.

“Maybe I overused my quirk.” He murmurs, breathing heavily and shakily through his mouth, still trying to do his training as he heard the angry yells of Bakugou. That made his head ache more.

Everything was fine, but Todoroki’s body seemed to not be that fine at all. His vision started to blur and now his entire body was shaking like crazy. Maybe he needed to stop. This wasn’t normal.

“Geez.”

Todoroki frozes in his place when he felt nausea coming through, so he stopped doing ice. Leaving the woods in front of him completely frozen, but he didn’t care at all. He was trying to breath and calm down, however, his breath was still uneasy and heavy through his mouth and he felt a los of sweat running down his brow and back, something revolved inside of him and he felt cold. Nausea was almost killing him.

What the hell was happening to him?

“Calm down, calm down.” He whispered to himself, biting his lips and closing his eyes as he felt a hot wave of fire revolve his entire body.

It was like if some washing machine was deteriorated and so, it was moving everywhere inside of him. Shōto opened his mouth and spitted a bit of foul-tasting saliva, without opening his eyes. Everything was moving, his body and the woods.

He felt gross when a wet burp came up from his throat.

Todoroki placed a hand on his angry belly instinctively, and that made him lost his balance. Todoroki couldn’t help the moan of pain that left his mouth, as he tried to burn the ice on his frozen belly. That sound of pain alerted Momo on the first place.

Shoto gagged slightly, hoping the nausea would go away.

However, he was in some kind of panic right now, because he could feel the argue to puke, but his stomach was cold and he couldn’t. Everything felt so bad inside of him. He was feeling like absolutely crap on that moment, even a sob escaped his mouth. This was way worse than a cold or a stomach flu.

“Todoroki, you alright?” Momo said, when seh finally got close, trying to touch him when she saw how bad he looked, however, his hand got fired so she pulled away. She got worried. “Todoroki, what’s wrong? You can tell me...”

“Don’t k-know.”

His entire body burned like hell itself right now again, and Todoroki gagged unproductively, facing the ground and feeling saliva pouring down of his mouth non-stop. He was going to be sick sooner or later and he knew Momo was beside him, but it was dangerous for her to get close because he didn’t knew how his quirk would react. But he couldn’t even talk now to tell her to get away.

“Hey, Todoroki...”

He retched hard, both hands around his belly as he tried to not fall to the ground. He could feel his lunch on the back of his throat and the nausea was almost killing him. He just wanted to end all of this and just go to bed at this point. He regretted having eaten so much during lunch, everything would come back up. He knew it.

“Kirishima, Bakugo! Can you come here?! I think something’s wrong with Todoroki!”

Fuck. He thought, this time belching sickly a bit of bile into the frozen ground. His mouth was shaky and his chest was moving fast. He really was feeling worse as the time passed by and his headache became a migraine.

“Ha! The half-and-half idiot’s not that strong.”

“Bakugo, don’t be a dick.” Kirishima argues , this time getting closer to the half and half guy. “Todoroki, it’s fine if we call Aizawa sensei?”

Todoroki tried to answer, but a pained sob came out from him and within, a rush of pale and brown sick into the ground in front of him. Kirishima got surprised and moved away fast from the danger.

“Shit, dude.” He says, too much worried.

Todoroki belched a second time and threw up again on his already pool he had in front, his entire body shaking like crazy as his neck got soaked with cold sweat.

“I think he’s sick.” Momo said, too afraid to do something, as Todoroki’s body jerked again with a gag that brought up more stinky sick. “What should we do? We have to bring Aizawa-sensei. Maybe it’s his quirk, because it’s not normal how his body freezes and then burns.”

Bakugo stared at her, serious for the first time he had seen Todoroki’s state. Kirishima, however, tried to rub softly Todoroki’s back as he was still throwing up and sobbing. His touch felt hot but he could handle that. Todoroki coughed hard and cried again, as another mouthful of sick came up in a sickly splash. This time making his way up from his nose too. Everything hurted inside of him. He had never felt this way before.

Kirishima wrinkled his nose. But he understood that it wasn’t Shoto’s fault.

“Dud, after you finish, can tell me what happened to you?”

Todoroki was so embarrassed. He was the son of the number one hero and he was going to win against Midoriya. However, he couldn’t even do a training session without getting this sick. He was a fool. The memories of his past crossed his mind and he started to panic, he felt like he couldn’t breath.

“Geez. Try to breath dude, we’re here with you.” Kirishima says, not knowing what to do since it was something new to see Todoroki in that state full of tears and miserable.

He gagged a bit more, this time nothing but bile was coming out from him but the nausea was still on his shaky body. He could hear the little yell of Kirishima when his hand frozed.

“S-sorry.” Todoroki whispers with a rough voice because of the vomiting.

“Oí, half and half!”

“Bakugou, wait!” Momo tried to stop him, but she couldn’t. “We should call Aizawa sensei!”

“Fight with me!” The blonde pointed at him as Todoroki tried to focus on breathing and not fall down. “C’mon, you’re not that weak!”

“Bakugo, dude, he’s not in condition!” Kirishima was pissed of, and Momo went to Shoto to hold him since she made her anti fire and anti ice gloves.

Todoroki couldn’t help but lean on her, as he felt his stomach contract to bring more food, food that he didn’t have because he had already thrown up everything. He swallowed hard and let out a pained moan on Momo’s shoulder.

“Easy, Todoroki. We’ll go with Aizawa so you can rest.” She said, softly. Todoroki nodded. “Can you walk?”

Shoto hiccuped as a response, and Momo took him away just in time so he could gag bile in the ground painfully.

“I took that as a no.”

Bakugo was arguing with Kirishima, but still he was worried about the half-and-half bastard. He had never saw him like this.

“I’m going to bring Aizawa-sensei!” Bakugo finally said, as he saw the heaving from the other guy. “You owe me one, half-and-half bastard!”

Todoroki was grateful, even if the blonde said it that way. He knew how Bakugo was.

“Momo, can you do a wet towel? He looks like he’s burning now.”

Momo tried to answer, however, she almost freaked out when Todoroki almost fall in front of the ground. She reached him in time.

“Todoroki? Hey? Todoroki?”

Shoto couldn’t see clearly and he was still crying, everything was burning now and the only thing he wanted was to rest and stop his memories. Black circles crossed his vision, and before he knew he fainted in Momo’s arms.

“He passed out, Kirishima.” She said, worried.

“I’ll bring some water while we wait for Bakugo to come back.” He answers, trying not to panic. He was a hero, he couldn’t panic. “Don’t worry Momo, he’s strong. He’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, he’ll be fine.”

#sickfics #todoroki shoto #overusing quirk #vomiting #fainting #bakugo katsuki

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sick-atsumu-side · 4 years

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#this #absolutely #amazing #AHHHHH

Whumptober Day 13: “Stay.”

Bokuto’s eyes fluttered open. It wasn’t morning yet, he could tell from the lack of light seeping in through the curtains. Akaashi’s warmth was beside him, snoozing away, his head resting on the comfy pillows. A small part of Bokuto was proud, being able to wake up earlier than Akaashi for the first time ever.

His relief diminished when an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach took over. He grabbed the covers and pushed them off his body, that now felt scorching hot and uncomfortable. Fanning the air, he fell back and let his head hit the pillow. He became increasingly aware of the hot churning in his stomach, which he ignored obstinately.

Although he lay on the sheets that became soaked with his sweat, Bokuto couldn’t get himself back to sleep. His head seemed to be engulfed in a ball of fire, cooking his brains into mush. He screwed his eyes shut with all the strength he could muster, convincing himself the physical discomfort was temporary.

Bokuto’s skin was slick with sweat, but his throat was dried up, in dire need of fluids. Maybe a glass of water would provide him with relief, he thought. “Ah, dammit.” He grabbed a fistful of sheets, gathering up some momentum to lift himself up again. It wasn’t supposed to be this hard to peel his body off the bed.

Taking care not to wake up the snoozing Akaashi, Bokuto used his trembling arms to manoeuvre himself off the bed. His feet touching the ground became colder than the rest of his body, while his head remained scorching hot. His joints screamed at him when he put a foot forward to walk. He hadn’t overexerted himself yesterday, so there wasn’t a reason for him to be so tired.

Bokuto’s legs almost gave way on the way to the bathroom, and he placed his hand on the wall to guide himself in. All he wanted was a splash of water on his face, maybe a cool shower to wash off his sweat. Instead, he found himself kneeling in front of the toilet after the nauseous feeling in his stomach took over. He swallowed the spit pooling in his mouth, wiping the sweat off his forehead. The unpleasant sensation crept up his throat, forcing a dry heave out of him.

He had no idea why he was so sick. He’d had food poisoning and dreadful hangover before, and neither of them compared to how horrible his entire body felt right there and then. His body seemed to radiate heat onto everything he touched, and his head hung over the toilet while he waited for the inevitable to come.

After what Bokuto could only guess was hours of waiting on the cold bathroom tiles, his body somehow burned even worse. He needed to vomit, if he wanted any sort of relief from the painful churning around his midsection. He forced himself to take deep breaths, each exhale bringing his stomach contents a little further up his throat.

When the inevitable finally happened, relief overtook Bokuto first. His stomach clenched hard, forcing warm vomit out of his mouth. He didn’t want to look at the mess that he had caused, and doing so made him throw up another stream of sick into the water. He spat out the disgusting mouthful and gagged until nothing came up except watery acid.

Bokuto couldn’t remember the last time he had been this unwell. His head spun as he reached to flush the toilet, curling in on himself to avoid the stimuli that made his head throb. The dizziness took over, gluing him to the one spot that he was slumped over at. His breath hot as he exhaled unevenly, he lay his head on the floor not caring about how unhygienic it was. He needed something cold he could press his skin against.

“Kou,” a voice whispered beside him, shaking him awake after he had fallen asleep on the bathroom floor. Bokuto let out a moan of discomfort, having been waken up from a rest that he desperately needed. “Oh god, you’re burning up.” Akaashi pulled his body towards him, holding him so that his palms rested on his chest.

“What’s happenin’, Keiji?” Bokuto leaned into Akaashi’s arms instinctively, seeking the comfort that his boyfriend gave him. The lack of nausea didn’t do much for him. His throat was scratched and sore, and his head pounded intensely. “I wanna go back to sleep.”

Gentle hands picked up Bokuto, carrying him back to his room. Akaashi was surprisingly strong enough to carry him, despite Bokuto being the obviously beefy one of the two. “I know, Koutarou.” Akaashi whispered, stroking Bokuto’s hair. “Why were you collapsed in the bathroom?”

“Felt… sick,” Bokuto murmured, rubbing his forehead against Akaashi’s shoulder. “I threw up earlier.” He let out a huff of comfort when Akaashi set him down on the bed, stripping off his drenched t-shirt and shorts and helping him into some fresh clothes.

“Try to get some more sleep, alright?” Akaashi made a sympathetic noise, placing his cool palm on Bokuto’s cheek. Bokuto let out a whine, reaching up to hold his boyfriend’s hand against his face. “Is there anything you want me to get? Does an ice pack sound nice?”

Bokuto’s glossy eyes lit up. “Yeah,” he choked out. The idea of something cool against his head or the side of his neck sounded like heaven. “And maybe some water…” he added, his threat scorching hot and aching.

“I’ve got you,” Akaashi assured him, squeezing his arm tenderly before leaving the room to grab the supplies he needed to gather. Bokuto pressed the fabric of the pillow against the side of his head, gripping the covers. He breathed heavily, realising just how bad whatever he had come down with was.

Without delay, Akaashi came back in with a soft clatter to indicate that he had brought multiple things for Bokuto with him. “Tell me if it’s too cold.” He placed two small ice packs on either side of Bokuto’s neck, and he let out an exhale of contentment. “Here’s a basin if you feel nauseous again.” Akaashi spread some towels out on the bed and sat the basin on it, handing Bokuto a glass of water with ice chips inside.

“I love you, Keiji.” Bokuto sipped his drink, delirious from the fever. The cold water felt amazing going down his abused throat, and he sucked on the ice chips until his entire mouth was numb from the cold. “You’re an amazing boyfriend, y’know that?” He slurred, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.

With a loving sigh, Akaashi caressed Bokuto’s floppy hair. “Get better soon, Kou. I love you very much too.” He sat on the bed beside Bokuto, whispering to him until his breathing evened out and his eyelids closed.

The peaceful sleep Bokuto fell into didn’t last nearly as long as he needed it to. His eyes filled with tears as he woke up, looking around for anything that gave off light. The room was too dark. Something bad was going to happen, he was sure of it.

“Keiji,” Bokuto called out, tears dripping down from his chin. Fear grasped his heart, twisting it in a cruel manner, torturing his mind. Everything was too warm, and the heat trapped him where he was. “Keiji, please come here!” He stuttered, sobbing harder until he couldn’t breathe properly.

Nobody was there to help him. He was going to melt into the darkness, taken and forgotten. His cries reached a louder volume, until all he could hear was his own panicked bawling. Tear streaks covered his cheeks, which were still flushed from the fever that burned him alive.

“Shh, Kou. Nothing is going to happen to you.” Akaashi, who had picked up on his sobbing, was by his side in a second, rubbing his back in a steady rhythm to calm him down. “It’s just a dream, see? You’re here with me, Koutarou. You’re safe here.”

Bokuto wailed, grabbing hold of Akaashi’s arm for dear life. “Keiji, it’s scary.” He trembled, his breathing coming in hitched, shallow gasps. “I’m gonna be sick again.”

That was all the warning Akaashi got before Bokuto hiccuped thickly and brought up a splash of clear vomit into the basin. Akaashi had only positioned the container under Bokuto’s chin just in time. “You’re going to be okay. I’m real, Kou. Listen to me.” Akaashi held Bokuto’s midsection as he puked the remainder of his stomach contents out, the tears never stopping.

Bokuto’s throat burned, and the amount of heaving he had done in one night hurt his entire upper stomach region. “It hurts,” he whimpered, in a way that could only be seen as pitiful. The fever dream had caused his sickness to flare up even worse, and he was sitting up holding a basin filled with his own vomit.

“It’s all right. It’s over, Kou. You can rest now.” Akaashi took the basin away from Bokuto, before the sight and smell could make him sick again. “I’ll get something to help you feel better. Do you think you can wait here for a few minutes?”

Bokuto shook his head, tugging on Akaashi’s sleeve. “Stay.” He wrapped his warm arms around his boyfriend, latching onto his body until he couldn’t move. “Help me go to sleep again, Keiji. I don’t wanna have another nightmare.”

“I will.” Akaashi resigned himself to his fate, whispering comforting words beside Bokuto to lull him into a gentle sleep again. “You won’t have any more nightmares, I promise.”

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sick-atsumu-side · 4 years

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Sorry if I’m being inactive, the university and my job are making me crazy right now but I’m close to finish all of that so you’ll have your requests soon!

Thank u!💞

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sick-atsumu-side · 4 years

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This one is from a video I saw on youtube but could you write something about Kageyama having a heastroke while practicing and his visions blurs he almost falls but Enoshita (I love him) helps him and keeps an eye on him but things start to worsen and he vomits and then faints. I dont know why Enoshita, he just seems like an angel. I'm sorry I couldnt detail this as much, the rest is up to you! Have a nice day and stay safe. And once again Thank you for the RinxHaru fic I LOVED IT!! 💜

D. Sun’s not my friend | Kageyama Tobio

Okeey, sorry for being late but here it is! I really hope you like it cos’ I think it’s kind of short and I don’t know if this is what you imagined... but I tried my best! and if you want another just tell me! Thank u for all of your support, you’re awesome!💞

“All right, all of you! Drink lots of water and go inside! The sun was very hot today.”

When Daichi said those words, they were firm and serious, despite the sweat pouring down his forehead. The Karasuno team had run and trained all morning in the open air and now they were finally done. It was a relief for everyone, well, almost everyone.

Kageyama breathed heavily through his mouth, he felt hot, and his head began to ache. He wasn’t sweating, though. He knew it was because of the sun, but he also wanted to practice more, couse' he knew that all he trained for was not enough and he wasn’t the only one.

He needed to practice more.

“Yooo! Kageyama! Toss me some passes!”

Kageyama drank some water from his bottle, because he was very thirsty after all. Then, he went to the court where Hinata was, while the rest of the team went to the bathrooms to get a shower. However, as soon as he walked there he felt the ground move heavily under his feet and he became way dizzy, like he did minutes ago in the open air. His vision became somewhat blurred and he blinked a couple of times to ease the bad feeling. It wasn't until someone grabbed his arm that he was able to stabilize a bit.

Something wasn’t right about him.

‘‘Kageyama, you okay?” Ennoshita had a very worried expression on his face as he saw him, because Kageyama looked almost ready to pass out. “Kageyama?’‘

Kageyama felt very confused at that moment and his breaths became heavier than before. He even saw tiny black circles in front of him and before he knew it, he almost falled to the ground. His pulse going more faster than usual and almost fainting. Ennoshita grabbed him again by his chest just in time, clearly worried.

‘‘You’re not okay.’‘ He said, looking up to call someone but no one was there besides them and Hinata, who was doing receiving exercises. “You feel dizzy? Kageyama? How’s your heartbeat? You need to sit down, maybe-’‘

“M’ kay.”Kageyama whispered quickly, swallowing a bit before blinking a few times to steady himself and to get away from him. He looked surprised because of what actually happened. “Just... got dizzy suddendly, i’m fine now.”

‘‘You sure? You look too hot, maybe-’’

‘‘I’m okay now, thanks Ennoshita-san.’’

“Bu-”

Ennoshita saw him walk away from him, almost running off to where Hinata was, who was quite annoyed with him for being late. Kageyama winced in pain as he got there and ignored Hinata, because his headache was getting worse as the time passed by. Even the light was making him feel bad.

His muscles felt heavy. What was wrong with him? He was now inside the gym, it couldn’t be the sun. Kageyama sighed again, this time ready to toss some passes to the tangerine next to him.

“I don’t know how those two have that energy after all morning practice under the sun.” Asahi said, as he entered the gym and went to sit down in a bench, the one where Ennoshita was going, just to keep an eye on Kageyama. He was worried, even if he already told him he was ok. “I’m actually dying.”

Ennoshita was so focused on the first years, that he wasn’t really paying attention to the conversation between Asahi and Suga, who followed Asahi in the bench.

“They’re monsters.” Suga said, as he sat down with a bottle of water in his hands. “They don’t have a limit. Geez.”

“You think?”

The two lifted his head up to see Ennoshita, who had this serious look on his face. Suga and Asahi looked at each other a bit confused, but only raised their shoulders as a response. They really thought Hinata and Kageyama were monsters.

Ennoshita wasn’t too sure about that.

For his part, Kageyama had already tossed like ten passes to Hinata and he felt thristy and pained enough to stop. His mouth was dry but wet with foul-tasting saliva, and his headache was worsening as the time passed by. It felt like a migraine at this point. He really needed a stop.

He needed the light out of his eyes.

‘‘Wait, Hinata.”

‘‘Ahhh?! You tired already?! I guess I win...”

“It’s not that, you boke!” Kageyama looked mad, as he was putting his hands on his knees to hold his entire body from collapsing. He was practically bending and his stomach made a gurgle. He felt sick. “Can you grab me some water? I’m thirsty.”

Hinata looked at him, very confused.

‘‘Can’t you go on your own, Tiredyama?’‘

‘‘JUST GO, YOU STUPID!”

Hinata ran his way towards the bathroom without even doubting after that angry yell, and Ennoshita stood up from the bench. Kageyama was breathing heavily and he didn’t looked good, he was clearly far away from feeling fine. He even closed his eyes because of the throbbing headache. He was so hot and dizzy at the same time, that it made his stomach lurch.

Everything he had eaten was apparently coming up through his esophagus. He felt nausea overwhelming him and he burped unconsciously, placing a hand on him mouth almost immediately. Damn, he was going to throw up but he couldn’t move.

Fuck.

‘‘Kageyama! You ok there?!”

Ennoshita couldn’t even get closer to him before Kageyama collapsed to the ground, his head slapping the fabric of the court with a loud ‘knock’. The second year didn’t thought it twice before running fast to his side. Suga and Asahi also got up from the bench and ran fast to him behind Ennoshita. They were all too worried to even think.

‘‘Kageyama, can you hear me? Hey, Kageyama.” the first year gave out a moan as a response, gagging slightly and wet into the ground, his entire body jerking a bit. Asahi got panicked and placed a hand on his mouth. “Shit, I think he’s gonna be sick.”

Suga nodded.

“I’m going to get a bi-”

Kageyama released a mouthful of bile to the ground, coughing slightly as he was choking himself. Ennoshita jumped a bit in surprise.

“Turn him over.” Suga almost yelled, forgetting about getting a bin. “He could drown, we’ll clean later.”

Kageyama belched a bit of sick without warning and Ennoshita turned him over quickly in a resting position, that way he could throw up without choking himself. Kageyama grimaced as a mouthful of sick poured out from his mouth into the ground next to him, coughing harshly at the end. The escene was sickening and he couldn’t open his eyes.

“Where’s Daichi?” Ennoshita says.

“I don’t know.”

Kageyama gagged harshly another mouthful of putrid vomit and started to cry without even knowing. His head was almost killing him and his heartbeat was so fast that he felt anxious like if he was having a panick attack. He didn’t knew exactly what was happening to him, he couldn’t even hear clearly the soft voices talking to him.

‘‘That’s it, Kageyama, just let it out. I’m with you, you’ll be fine.” Ennoshita said to him, rubbing his shoulder and back softly. Kageyama belched another wave of sick, splashing to his side in the already pool next to his face. “Let all of that shit out of your body. No one besides us are here.”

Kageyama started to cry even harder, because he couldn’t breath and everything was hurting inside of him. However, the throbbing headache was the worse part of this and how hot his body felt at that time. Everything was moving around him and he couldn’t move.

“This is bad.” Ennoshita whispered. “Suga-”

‘‘Asahi, can you get the coach or Daichi? I think he’s having a heatstroke.” Suga interrupted Ennoshita, as another round of pale sick poured from Kageyama’s mouth and splashed it into the ground. “If that’s so, he needs to get to the hospital.”

“I was thinking the same.” Ennoshita said, as he saw Kageyama’s entire body jerk with a gag. This time foam was coming out from his mouth.

Fuck.

“He spent too many time in the sun without a cap. Geez.”

‘‘Geez, you’ll be okay, Kageyama.” Ennoshita tried to calm him down, because Kageyama was far away from fine. “Just don’t pass out, stay with me. Stay awake till we call 911.”

Hinata got panicked when he got back, dropping the bottle of water to the ground in shock.

‘‘What happened?!”

‘‘He’s too warm, Suga.” Ennoshita ignored Hinata, as he lifted up a bit of Kageyama’s body, who was almost convulsing. “He’s going to pass out pretty soon.” he was too worried to even think straight but he tried to remain calm. ‘‘I’m going to call 911, can one of you hold him?”

“What happened to him?!”

“Hinata, come with me. We have to get the coach.”

Kageyama gagged hard into Ennoshita’s hands and his entire body yerked in pain again. He wasn’t even concious and his breathing was fast enough to make him shake twice. Another harsh gag made him start spitting more foam up and Asahi ran out of the gym with Hinata by his side, the two too panicked and worried to say something more. They had to get the coach.

‘‘You’ll be ok, Kageyama.’‘ Ennoshita repeated, before trying to grab his phone to call 911. ‘‘Wha-’‘

‘‘I’ll call, don’t let him choke.”

Suga grabbed Ennoshita’s phone before the second year could finish his sentence, that way he could steady Kageyama, who was now convulsing a bit and already unconscious. Seconds after that, he passed out in Ennoshita’s hands, still breathing heavily.

This was a very bad, bad situation. They had to get him to the hospital very soon. Ennoshita felt kind of guilt because the state of Kageyama, however, he needed to think straight and just cleaned up Kageyama’s mouth, which was slightly open.

“You’ll be ok, Kageyama.”

#kageyama tobio #haikyuu sickfics #heatstroke #vomiting #faint #convulsions #kageyama sickfic

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sick-atsumu-side · 4 years

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If you’re wondering where I am, TOMORROW I’M GOING TO UPDATE! Sorry for being inactive for so looong! aaaaaaaaaaaand I have a question!

I don’t know if I have people who speak spanish reading my fics but If there are some, I would like to know if you’d like me to write sickfics in spanish?

I know how hard it is to find some sickfics in spanish, and I say it because I had to read in English when my first languaje is Spanish.... so, would you like me to translate my fics?

#haikyuu sickfics #sickfics spanish

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sick-atsumu-side · 4 years

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LIST OF ALL MY FICS

MIYA ATSUMU

Lactose intolerance:

Sick before a match:

Sick in the bus:

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

Stomach flu in camp

Heatstroke

MIYA OSAMU

Sick before a match

Carsick

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

Sick in the all japan youth camp

HINATA SHOUYOU

Food poisoning

KUROO TETSUROU

Sick in a plane

HARUKA NANASE

Sick in a festival

MONKEY D. LUFFY

Sick being a kid

#haikyuu sickfics #miya atsumu #miya osamu #miya twins #sakusa kiyoomi #kuroo tetsuro #kageyama tobio #list of sickfics

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sick-atsumu-side · 4 years

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Thank you for tagging me @angelwars11 💘

Name: Bowie (s’ not my real name)

Gender: Female.

Star sign: Capricorn.

Height: too small to exist.

Sexuality: straight.

Favorite book: I think it is this one from Michel Foucault, I don’t know how it is called in English but in my country it’s “Vigilar y Castigar.” I’m a nerd.

Current time: 10:03 pm I think

Average amount of sleep: 7 hours when I was training with my basketball team, now in quarantine I think its like 8 or 5 when I have an exam.

Dogs or cats: Cats

# of blankets you sleep in: A LOT!

Dream Job: occupational therapist, i’m in my third year actually.

Favorite animal: Miya Atsumu.

Blog established: I don’t know, this year maybe?

# of followers: 83

Reason for URL: do I need a reason? Lol

Something I am grateful for: Everything, I’m always grateful.

Followers I’m tagging: @dudadragneel @dcmkhell @haikyuu-and-more-haikyuu @kuromantic @mxnsterparty @tragic-bi-magic (I just tagged randomly so don’t do it if you don’t wan’t to)

Tag Game!

Thanks for tagging me, @luke-ele, @highqualitymercy, and @notreallybeccab! I love you all, and I appreciate it! Sorry I took so long to get this written up ...

Instructions: Answer the questions and tag 10 followers you’d like to get to know better.

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Name: To be honest, I’m not really comfortable giving my real name out online. So I have a lot of nicknames? Most of my friends call me Spectre (a reference to my account’s name on a different website), or some personal nickname. As a joke, I sometimes go by Steve (obviously not my real name). Yeah, I’m a girl, but I have a terrible sense of humour and I find it hilarious.

Gender: Female.

Star Sign: I think astrology technically goes against my religion. I did google it really quick, though, and apparently I’m an Aquarius? Whatever that means?

Height: I’m not entirely sure—I just know that I’m fairly tall for someone my age and gender. Last time I checked, I think I was around 5’11. I may or may not have grown since then.

Sexuality: I’m straight.

Favourite Book: I’ll admit it: I used to be a major bookworm, but I haven’t read much this last year. As a general rule, I love most classics, and I like sci-fi and dystopian stuff.

I’m not sure of my favourite book ... but I (not so recently, but recently enough that I remember them) read the first two books of The Reckoners series by Brandon Sanderson, and thought they were pretty good?

Current Time: Time has become obsolete (also my phone clock is kinda screwed up and I don’t feel like going to check the real time).

Average Amount of Sleep: It ranges from 12 hours to 0 hours. Most of the time I get, I don’t know ... 5?

Also, kinda irrelevant, but I found this meme on google and relate big-time:

Dogs or Cats: Both. I have three cats, and three dogs, and if I choose a side I’ll probably die by the others’ paws.

# of Blankets You Sleep With: 1

Dream Job: Jedi Master. My mom says that’s not realistic, but Barbie says I can be anything I wanna be, so I’m gonna be a Jedi.

Favourite Animal: See “Cats or Dogs”. (Tarantulas are kinda cute, though).

Blog Established: No clue. It was several months ago.

# of Followers: 399!

Reason For URL: Honestly? There isn’t one. I needed something quick, and chose this. I was actually planning on changing it someday, but I’ll probably just leave it.

Something I’m Grateful For: My family, my friends (online and offline), my pets, my religion. The online Star Wars community. Project Gutenberg. Kahn Academy. And while I’m feeling sentimental, that creepy girl who lives in my 150+ year-old house’s attic and watches me while I sleep.

Followers I’m Tagging: Did somebody say just 10? ‘Cause I totally heard 10+. Also, if you already did this or don’t wanna do this, feel free to disregard.

@obiwankenobiness, @azalea-scroggs, @angelwars11, @grandninjamasterren, @oh-great-authoress, @interwebseriesfan24, @prince-atom, @sadstarwarsbitch, @sozuu, @flyinghairbrush, @thehamsterjedii, @iv132, @labyrinth-runner, @oceanic-panic-panic, @damnyoudameron, @themythicallifeofesmerelda, and anyone else who wants to do this 😁

#tag game #idk why i do this

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Would you please make atsumu a lactose intolerant ?? Thank u

C. Wrong Milk | Miya Atsumu

Sorry because this took me a while and it ended a bit looong but... hope you like it and thanks for requesting💘 Atsumu is my debility.

Warnings: description of vomit.

“Tsumu, for God’s sake. Can you fucking hurry?! We’re already late for mom’s Meeting.”

“I’m going, I’m going!”

Osamu sighed in a bad way, right before he grabbed his boxed milk to start drinking it. Atsumu, on the other hand was taking a shower because he had woken up late, as their mother left earlier. She had to be there first since it was her job and Osamu understood that.

However, he was annoyed. They really didn’t have time for a decent breakfast now, and It was all Atsumu's fault.

“Damn it, Tsumu! If we don’t get in time because of you I’m going to fucking kill you! You knew this Meeting was important to mom!”

‘‘I’m putting on my clothes! Fuck!”

Osamu threw the now empty boxed milk to the trashcan, as he waited impatiently for Atsumu. Patting repeatedly the floor with his foot.

“Alright, let’s go!”

Atsumu didn’t even dried his hair before grabbing his own boxed milk to drink it in a single sip, as the two of them walked outside their house as fast as they could. They started to run right after Atsumu threw the empty boxed milk in a trashcan.

‘‘Hurry, you stupid!’‘ Osamu yelled with a frown.

‘‘I know! ya’ don’t have to yell at me!”

They had to make it in time.

“W-where’s mom? You see her?” Osamu asks, as they finally got there. Trying to catch his breath because of the running.

Atsumu shook his head, trying to catch his breath too as he steady himself next to the wall.

“That bussy woman.” he said. “I almost threw up in the fackin’ way to arrive early and she’s not here.”

“Don’t try to blame on her, we all know it’s your fault.”

Atsumu rolled his eyes.

“Shut the fuck up, Samu.”

There was a lot of people inside the building. There were people in suits and other ones were in casual clothes just like them. There was a lot of food too, cocktail and stuff. Osamu was already drooling at that point.

Atsumu sighed with frustration, still annoyed.

“I still don’t get it.” he complained, as they left the wall. “Why mom wants us here? It’s stupid.”

Osamu walked to a table with Atsumu behind, that way he could pick a bit of food since he was hungry. Atsumu just stared at him.

“M-am got a promotion.” Osamu said after putting a piece of cupcake inside his mouth. “It’s not- stupid.”

Atsumu wrinkled his nose.

“When did that shit happened?” He asked, looking harshly at what he could actually eat from that table.

“Last week.” Osamu said, picking up a sandwich this time. “You should pay more attention to her you know.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Atsumu sighed in frustration. “This fucking place doesn’t have anything that I can eat. What a bullshit.”

“Lame.”

“You fucking ash-”

Atsumu tried to hit Osamu’s butt with his foot, however, someone grabbed him back by his sweater collar from behind to stop him. Samu didn’t hold back a laugh.

“You fucking what? Atsumu.”

Atsumu rolled his eyes when he heard her, as she released her grip with a snort. Samu was still eating, by the way. Clearly entertained with the scene he had in front.

“Stop with those kind of words here, ya’ got it? Atsumu.” The woman was serious, even when she talked quietly. “Ya’ got it?” She insisted, pointing at him and Atsumu nodded, still with that annoyed look on his face. “And you, stop laughing at your brother.”

“Wha-”

Osamu wanted to argue when he saw the tiny smile in Atsumu’s face, however, their mother looked so stressed and angry because of it that he just got silent. The people around them were staring a bit.

“You guys are going to kill me someday. Like really.”

“Oh, Ms. Miya!” the woman turned her seriousness into a smile and stopped arguing when she turned to see one of her employees walking to them with a tray full of cocktails. “ It’s nice to see you, congrats on your promotion! Those are your kids?”

Atsumu wanted nothing more than to go home now. He was so hungry that his stomach started to roll inside of him and it started to make uneasy gurgles. Besides, he still can feel the tiredness because of the almost incident on the way there. He had drank that milk too fast.

Osamu just stared at the guy in front of them, he didn’t care who it was.

“Yeah, they’re my kids. Well, not kids anymore but yeah. It’s nice to see you here too.” She said with a wide smile, while Atsumu rolled his eyes as Osamu sighed.

Great.

“They've grown so much, I almost didn't recognize them.” The guy said with a smile as he brought the tray closer to the boys. “Do you wan’t some?”

“Yes, thank you.”

Osamu grabbed two pieces of mini pizzas, while Atsumu shook his head.

“C’mon boy, just one.” The guy insisted and Atsumu wanted to punch him, he was really pissed off.

“I said n-”

“He can’t eat those, he’s a lactose intolerant.” the woman interrupted him abruptly, and Atsumu bited his tongue just to not say anything. “But thank you.”

The guy looked surprised.

“Really? Oh, that’s bad.” he said, as he was being called by another guy next to another table. “Well, seems like i’m being called. See ya later Ms. Miya!”

“See ya.”

“Why do ya’ keep making me look like a fackin’ poor baby?” Atsumu grumbled when the guy leaved, clearly mad at his mother, who was shorter than him. “This is bullshit. Why the fuck do we even have to be here?”

“Tsumu.”

“What?” Atsumu turned to face Samu.

For her part, the woman just inhaled deeply some air, as she placed two fingers on his temple with a frown.

“Be careful with what you say.” Osamu says, as Atsumu rolled his eyes again.

“You two do whatever you want, go home or whatever. But don’t make a mess here. I don’t care.”

Osamu stopped eating and froze, as he saw their mother leaving. Atsumu still looked annoyed but this time, he looked uncomfortable because of what he had done.

“You’re trash, Tsumu.”

“So your point is?”

Osamu sighed as he took one sandwich off the table. He knew Atsumu wouldn’t go home after what she said to them. However, he felt bad for him not being able to eat anything in there.

It was his fault for being late and for being a dick, but yeah. He knew that being hungry in a place full of food wasn’t a good thing.

“Tsumu, I took the cheese off the sandwich. You can do the same with the others.” Atsumu turned to face him, both arms around his chest. “And stop being a dick.”

Atsumu peered deeply into the sandwich as he took it with his hands.

“This shitty bread doesn’t have lactose?” Atsumu asked, and Osamu shook his head. “Thanks, looks like I owe ya’ one.”

“Your welcome.”

Atsumu started to eat with Osamu, as they talked about volleyball and other things. However, a few minutes later he felt a bit bloated so he stopped eating. Still talking, though.

It was a feeling of fullness, but either way was a feeling of discomfort. His stomach was gurgling uneasily.

Why? It was supposed that the stupid bread didn’t have lactose or normal milk. Besides, he just stopped eating a few minutes ago... it doesn’t make sense. Maybe he was just paranoic.

Atsumu sighed shakily, placing one hand on his stomach to start rubbing the organ with a disgusting look.

“Mom finally is going to talk.” Samu patted on his shoulder, and Atsumu swallowed down some saliva.

The woman went up on the little stage with a smile, and the people clapped his hands as she started to talk about his proyects with a wide smile. Osamu smiled a bit when he saw her.

However, Atsumu couldn’t smile even if he would like to. He was starting to soak and he felt his stomach churning more than before, like if he needed to use the bathroom badly.

Indigestion, maybe?

Maybe the milk he had that morning? No, that was impossible. His mother brought him this Lactose-free milk the other day. Maybe it was the consequence for being a dick with his mom.

Fucking Karma.

Osamu didn’t noticed it, because his attention was full on his mother spech of gratitude. Atsumu felt bad for having to stop his happiness but he was really feeling bad.

He putted his fist on his mouth and muffled a tiny burp, closing his eyes a bit.

“Samu.” he patted on Samu’s shoulder, when he felt a gurgle in the bottom of his stomach. He looked a bit desperated. “Samu!”

The gray haired twin turned, clearly annoyed to see him.

“What?” Atsumu swallowed hard, shivering a little. Osamu raised one brow. “The fuck you wan’t now, Tsumu?”

“I-I don’t feel good.” he said with a shaky mutter . “Don’t know why.” Osamu sighed with frustration, this time trying not to capture everyone’s attention as he got closer to him.

“What you mean? Because of what mom said?” Atsumu shook his head. “The hell is wrong, then?”

Atsumu muffled another burp on his fist, and Osamu looked worried this time, remembering the incident of that morning. Atsumu didn’t look too great from his point of view. Suddendly, every colour of his face was gone. That wasn’t a good sign since they were surrounded in a place full of people.

“Fuck, are you going to be sick?”

“I don’t think so...”

“So in what way you feel bad? You look like shit.”

“I- I think I need to use the bathroom.” Atsumu muttered, this time breathing and moving uneasily as he closed his eyes and bited his lip. Osamu grimaced at him, looking a bit disgusted but still worried.

“Well, go.”

Atsumu was white as hell, and his entire body was shivering as his back was soaked in sweat. A gurgle sounded from the bottom of his stomach and he cursed. Trying not to panic because of it.

He was feeling worse as the time passed by.

“Tsumu, just go.” Osamu insisted, clearly worried and anxious. “You look ready to shit yourself here.”

“Come with me.”

“The fuck, Tsumu? Why do I have to-”

“Please, Samu.”

Osamu looked again at the uneasy and queasy face of his brother and he knew immediately that this was more than just indigestion.

Fuck. He thought, trying not to hit him because of his vulnerable state. He felt bad for letting their mom alone in the middle of her speech, but he couldn’t let Tsumu alone either. It was an emergency.

“‘Kay.” Osamu sighed and pushed Atsumu, who opened his eyes. “Move on, you shitty pig.”

Atsumu would have said something or argue If he hadn’t felt so bad, but this time he was more focused on not shitting himself right there. They were practically running to find a bathroom.

A lot of people stared at them when they were running even before they reached the bathroom next to the stairs of the building. Atsumu didn’t thought it twice before going fast inside an empty cubicle, closing the door abruptly in front of Osamu’s face.

“Damn it.”

Samu sighed again, this time crossing both arms on his chest, as he placed his back on the wall in front of the cubicle. A disgusting sound echoed the entire bathroom with a groan of his brother and Osamu covered his nose with his shirt collar. Just in case.

“That sounds bad.”

Atsumu cursed under his breath, he was so embarassed. He even blushed because of it as the time passed by, because he knew it was a public bathroom, but still he tried not to care about it. He felt so bad that even in the bathroom he couldn’t find any relief in his belly.

Atsumu was having a really bad time there.

“The fuck you ate? Nothing that you ate had lactose.” Osamu asks with a frown, like if he was making fun of him. However, he was trying to make him talk, since he was being too quiet.

There was no answer, just a tiny pained groan.

“Tsumu, you ok in there?”

Atsumu buried his face on his hands, wrinkling his nose as he closed his eyes in pain. He was sitting in the toilet and his stomach wasn’t calming itself. He needed to breath, but he couldn’t.

“Tsumu? You’re fucking worrying me.” Osamu says, knocking on the cubicle door as he got closer. “You okay in there?”

Atsumu suddendly felt something revolving inside of him and he burped wetly on his fist. Everything was so disgusting and his middle was bloated as hell, making pained cramps and gurgles every damn minute. The blonde wanted to cry, as he released another belch, this time wetter than the other one. It came with an acidic taste.

He started to feel nauseous.

“Tsumu, fuck.” Osamu grunts. “Can you at least answer me?”

“I’m not fucking okay Samu, stop it!” Atsumu didn’t meant to yell at his brother, but he was feeling too bad to care.

Osamu sighs, trying to ignore the few people who entered the bathroom and leaved after doing their things.

“What can I do for you?” he asks, softly this time. “You were fine in the morning, what happened?”

Atsumu swallowed down some foul-tasting saliva. Still trying to breath without gagging because of the smell.

“I don’t know.” he answers, his voice harsh and shaky because of the increasing nausea inside of him. “But whatever the fuck I ate, it only wants to come back up from every part of my fackin’ body.”

Osamu grimaced at the deep belch his brother realeased. It sounded from the pit of his stomach.

“You gonna be sick?” Samu got alarmed.

“I think so.”

“Open the door.” Osamu says in a sigh. “Or you still shitting?”

“No, i’m not.”

Atsumu flushed the toilet as he stood up, finishing his thing before unlocking the door to let his brother in. Osamu tried his hardest not to gag.

“Well, bad news.” Osamu says, as Atsumu kneeled in front of the toilet with a suppressed gag. “You're rotting yourself like a zombie.”

“Go ta’ hell, Samu.”

“Are you sure you’re not actually in the decomposition phase of a dead body?”

“It feels like.”

Atsumu shook his head in discomfort and belched wetly inside the toilet, releasing an amount of saliva inside of it. The nausea was almost overwhelming him, everything felt so bad inside of him and his stomach hurted like hell. Osamu leaned down next to him, placing a hand on Atsumu’s back as he rubbed circles on it.

“Easy, you’ll be fine.”

Osamu was still trying to remember what made the blonde sick, since he was pretty fine that morning. It didn’t made sense to him. Unless... no, they have drank Atsumu’s milk and not his.

Or not?

“Go-od.”

Atsumu placed a hand harshly on his stomach under his sweater, trying really hard not to cry in there as another wave of nausea rocked his body. Another wetly gurgle sounded from his stomach.

“Tsumu, I think that-”

Osamu couldn’t end his sentence, because Atsumu belched a mouthful of putrid liquid inside the toilet, splashing it sickly in the not so clean water without even knowing. He coughed harshly at the end, feeling too gross to even breathe.

“That��s was a nasty one.” Osamu says, wrinkling his nose but still rubbing Atsumu’s back as it jerked again under his palm before another round of pale brown liquid splashed harshly inside the toilet.

Atsumu had a lot of tears running down his cheeks at this point, as he felt like if he was exploding himself there. He felt the awful taste of acid with rotted milk and gagged hard, throwing up again non-stop.

“Easy, Tsumu.” Samu said, as he watched in horror the actual firehose next to him. “Try to breathe, shit.”

Atsumu retched harshly again, closing his eyes as he grabbed his stomach with both hands. This time sick poured out from his nose so he coughed again, gagging hard and loudly at the end. He couldn’t stop even if he wanted to.

Osamu gagged unconsciously, still covering his nose as Atsumu retched one more time. Nothing but bile and saliva was coming out from him now, but he seemed to still wanting to throw up.

“Tsumu, you have nothing to throw up.” Samu said, when he saw the in between sob Tsumu left before he gagged again. “Try to calm down.”

He was still rubbing his back, as Atsumu tried to calm down, still grabbing his cramping belly. Osamu flushed the toilet when he saw him move off to grab a piece of toilet paper and after that, he blew his nose.

“How you feel now?”

Atsumu threw the now dirty toilet paper in the trashcan, before spitting saliva inside the toilet.

“Like shit.” Atsumu almost whispered, and Osamu took his hand off his back. “This is Karma, don’tcha’ think?”

Osamu sighs.

“She’s not actually mad, Tsumu.” Atsumu bited his lips, still rubbing the angry organ. “Besides, I don’t think this is Karma. Did you saw what milk you drank this morning?”

Atsumu wrinkled his nose in confusion and as a consequence of a cramp.

“What’cha mean, Samu?”

Osamu scratched his neck, a bit guilty. He even turned his face so he couldn’t see him.

“Samu, what the fuck ya’ mean? Ugh.”

A loud gurgle sounded from his stomach and Osamu winced a bit.

“I... think you drank the wrong milk, I just took the first ones I saw and-”

“I’m going to fucking kill you.”

Osamu tried to apologize, however, it was better for him to run. He knew that better than anyone.

If he wanted to live.

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