↷ SYNOPSIS: With what’s going on right now worldwide, it has been really hard on everyone, but your favorite BNHA characters are willing to help you out during quarantine!
CHARACTER PAIRINGS: Katsuki Bakugou, Tamaki Amajiki, Hitoshi Shinsou, Keigo Takami (Hawks), Shouto Todoroki, Hanta Sero, Denki Kaminari, Izuku Midoriya, Momo Yaoyorozu, Kyouka Jirou, Ochako Uraraka & Eijirou Kirishima x reader
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AUTHOR’S NOTE: I got a lot of requests for sick! fics, and that’s really not my specialty because I don’t get sick that often, but I know that there’s a lot of stress and anxiety about this whole quarantine period for people. inspired by @adoringwords’ comfort blurbs!
’Tis is the season to be… quarantined?
Social distancing breaks your heart, especially when you’re stuck in your room at home with nothing to do. It’s a struggle for students and employees alike to endure this pandemic, stress burdening you heavily. Not knowing the state of the people around you is something that clutches your heart deeply. Even if history is making the textbooks, you’re weary of all of this, not being able to see your friends and family. You hear the doorbell ring to your apartment and catch a flash of…
To be fair, Bakugou’s version of ringing the doorbell involves switching between knocking your door and ringing the doorbell again and again. It’s the kind of thing that always disturbs your neighbors, creating complaints surrounding your boyfriend, but you’ve gotten used to waving away concerns about him. You always know it’s him at the door whenever he does that, and you rise from your seat on the sofa, excited to know that he’s here. Swinging the door open, you notice a large amount of bags in his hand, indicating that he has gone to the supermarket.
“Midoriya told me that your mother had to fight you from coming here,” you comment, a teasing lilt to your voice. He snorts at the mention of his childhood friend. “What changed?”
“I snuck out,” Bakugou answers shamelessly with a smirk lining his lips, making you roll your eyes at his response. After taking off his shoes, he meets your gaze steadily as he sets down the bags. “I wanted to make sure that you were okay. Is it a crime for me to think about you?”
His voice cracks slightly, revealing his worry for you, as he sheds his outer shell just for you. A smile spreads across your face since you know that he doesn’t like making a big deal out of his emotions, even if it’s you. Tipping yourself onto your toes, your lips meet Bakugou’s, a sweet kiss meant to convey the feeling of missing him so much. Your fingers slide through his hair, tugging the strands slightly to draw a murmur of pleasure from his lips.
Much to his surprise, you end the kiss early, flicking your head to the group of bags next to the two of you. “What do you have there?”
“I could have shown you later,” he grumbles petulantly.
You settle down at the coffee table in your living room, curious about what he has brought you. Sifting through the bags, it’s clear that he cares for you by choosing different produce and meat along with some canned food. There’s even —
“A recipe book?” you ask, giving him an amused look. “I could always use the internet to search stuff up.”
“The internet has nothing on recipe books,” Bakugou warns you, snatching the thick book out of your hands. “People are panicking, so they’re going to stock up on bad food. I’m not going to let you live like that.”
“Okay,” you sing, but internally, you’re grateful for his help, knowing that you have the worst luck when it comes to being stuck in quarantine. “Katsuki, thank you so much… what is this?”
“Oh,” is all he simply says, not having an intelligent response to your question when you lift up a whole package of several rolls of toilet paper. “You did mention that you were running out of toilet paper… so I made a run to the convenience store to get a couple of packages; I didn’t buy out the store like the other idiots out there.”
You can’t control your laughter at the sheepish way the tips of his ears turn a rosy red, but internally, you’re just glad that your boyfriend is here with you during this time. Despite his rough tone, his words are just so him that it makes your heart ache for all the time you have lost to this quarantine when you could have spent it with friends and family, so you’re thankful that you have some memories of a blissful time during this period.
Your boyfriend peeks from the door, his eyes glittering with shyness. Warmth radiates from him, and you’re suddenly hit with the feeling of home when you see him. He holds two boxes of take-out in his arms, something that you have been longing for during this whole quarantine period. You would never think that you would miss those white styrofoam take-out containers that he carries.
“Tama-chan,” you breathe out, his name sounding like a blessing against your lips. “What are you doing here?”
“I got a permit to go out for my work-study,” he explains with a slight smile lining his mouth, “so I made a detour for you.”
Your heart immediately swells because of Amajiki’s kind heart and considerate nature. He has thought about you during these lonely times. You follow him to the dining room where he sets down the styrofoam take-out containers onto the table, not needing any guidance after knowing the insides of your apartment far too well. The slight snap of the box to open it reveals a part of the world outside your apartment that you’ve been longing for all along. Takoyaki hits your senses immediately with its mouthwatering aroma, and it entices you with the way that the sauce drips down the savory dish. Mayo and takoyaki sauce drip down with shredded seaweed clinging onto the takoyaki balls.
“I’ve missed this so much,” you murmur, the words falling out of your mouth ever so thickly. You lift your head up to meet his eyes. “I missed you.”
Before the two of you start eating, he kisses you so softly and tenderly that it brings tears to your face that he can be here with you. “I missed you, too.”
“You’re not supposed to be here,” you hiss as soon as you open the door to the smug look on Shinsou’s face. “Don’t you remember the reminder about social distancing?”
You’re about to close the door on him for both of your sakes. Despite the reminder not to panic over the whole situation of being quarantined, you cannot help yourself but panic while seeing so many people suffer. Despite the sweet sentiment of seeing Shinsou, it’s not an ideal meet-up for him to risk his life. Knowing you far too well, he pries the door further with his fingers curled around the door, effectively using his strength to prevent you from being able to close the door.
“Kitten, do you really think I’m the type to listen to those rules?” he asks with a laissez-faire air to him.
“No,” you admit without thinking once about saying it aloud — much to his amusement, “but it’s better for the two of us.”
“Don’t overreact over this; I got the ‘go’ for me to get out of home to see you,” he hums. After a struggle against you to keep the door open, he wins the fight, walking into the apartment with a nonchalance about this situation that you envy. “Looking at your selfies isn’t the same as seeing you in person, though.”
Even if you lean away from his kiss, he’s not deterred at all, his lips landing on your cheek softly. His words drip in smoothness, and despite your irritation toward the fact that he didn’t listen to the rules about social distancing, you can’t help but ease into his easygoing rhythm. With Shinsou, you forget about your worries about getting sick from the pandemic that’s happening outside.
You hear a meow come out of his bag and notice Sushi Jr. peeking out shyly, making you crack a smile. “You knew that I was going to be mad, so you brought Sushi Jr. as a defense?”
“To be fair, you love Sushi Jr. too much,” he says with a shrug.
“More than you,” you retort as you coax Sushi Jr. into your arms.
He advances toward you, raising an eyebrow at you with a hidden threat lingering in his eyes. “Care to say that again?”
Your banter echoes through the apartment as he chases you down the hallway, and you run away with Sushi Jr. buried in your arms. The kitten paws at your chest while you’re at it, mewling softly and making you melt inwardly. That one pause in your steps while admiring Sushi Jr. allows Shinsou to steal the kitten and place her on the ground. His hands immediately go to your sides, his fingers knowing exactly where to go, but you don’t mind the ache in your chest, forgetting your anxiety about getting sick because you’re with him, and that’s what matters.
At least, you think someone’s knocking on the door, but when you look out the window, you almost have a heart attack because your boyfriend hovers by your window with a self-satisfied smile on his face, holding a plastic bag containing a red bucket of fried chicken. Fried chicken is a delicacy in this insane period of isolation that you haven’t had the chance to eat, especially with everything going on, so to you, it’s a miracle as to how Takami has been able to get ahold of it. He taps on the window, his golden eyes sparkling with mirth. While you compose yourself, your fingers feel hot and clammy, but you know that he won’t judge you for wearing pajamas like this.
“Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” you ask, your voice getting covered by the whistling wind outside, but he hears you anyway as he climbs into your apartment.
“I got off patrol early,” Takami says with a cheerful tone to his voice. “The crime rate has severely dropped because of the quarantine, so I have a break this week.”
“Is it awful that I feel like this is the first time in months that I’ve gotten to spend time with you without anything occupying us?” you admit to him when you settle down on the couch together. He’s not wearing his hero costume, and he has shrugged off his leather jacket to reveal how his T-shirt clings onto his body. “I know that everyone is panicking about the quarantine and everything, but I’m just so… happy that I can see you without anything pushing us apart.”
A smile pushes the ends of his lips upwards as he listens to you ramble like this. He supports his head by leaning against the couch. All of his attention is on you, and his eyes are closed as if he’s trying to memorize the feeling of being here with you.
“There’s nothing wrong with wanting to spend time with me,” he teases, but you know this conversation is a lot more serious than it lets on. Dating Takami means sacrificing date nights sometimes and even getting stood up. You’ve had your fair share of heartbreaks with him, but at the same time, you would never give this man up because of your disappointment and neediness. “No matter what the circumstances are, I’ll take every opportunity to be with you.”
His words fall softly out of his mouth so meaningfully but true, and your heartbeat momentarily speeds up, unprepared to deal with the emotions that you feel toward your boyfriend. It’s comforting to know that he doesn’t mind the fact that the only reason why he’ll be able to spend the rest of the week with you is because of people getting sick. Sure, the reason why everyone in Japan is quarantined is because of the rapid-fire amount of people succumbing to the spread of getting sick, but at the same time, you can spend some time with Takami.
“You’re thinking too much, dove,” he says, a frown shaping his lips. “Don’t feel guilty about the time we spend together.”
After undoing the knot of the bag’s handles, he snaps the lid off the container, and the heavenly aroma of fried chicken sweeps into your apartment. You look at the golden folds of the fried chicken, and your mouth waters at the sight. Before you take a piece, he plucks one out to feed to you with a small smile.
“Open up,” he says, and slowly but surely, your guilt of being able to spend time with him blissfully subsides as you let the piece of fried chicken slip between your lips.
The first thing that comes into your mind is that if at any point in time that mask manufacturers ever need a model, your boyfriend is the perfect model for it. Sure, your thought might be inappropriate, especially with a pandemic happening, but it snugly fits his face. As soon as he steps into the apartment, he slips it off, disposing of it in your trash can. You know that he’s most certainly not sick since, with his father’s occupation, it’s beneficial to Endeavor if Todoroki doesn’t get sick.
“Your father actually got off of your case?” you say incredulously, surveying his appearance up and down. “I thought he wouldn’t let you out of the house.”
So far in this quarantine period, Todoroki has been spamming you with memes and sweet nothings, bored out of his mind at home. The memes and sweet nothings have been welcomed for the first few days of quarantine until the two of you realized that you couldn’t see each other at all in person. With Todoroki, you know he’ll do anything to see you during this quarantine, but the last thing you expected is him sneaking out of his house just to see you.
“He’s on patrol today,” Todoroki tells you, a smile in his voice. He takes off his jacket, hanging it off the coat rack and slips into the pair of house slippers he wears whenever he comes to visit. “Fuyumi’s busy teaching lessons on Zoom, and Natsuo’s busy studying on Zoom. With everyone occupied, it’s not that hard to sneak out.”
“What happened to being a good boy?” you ask, a light tone lacing your words.
“That Shouto never existed in the first place,” he deadpans.
“Imagine the headlines: Shouto Todoroki breaking the law just to see his lover,” you muse, waving your hands up in the air dramatically. A grin spreads across his face as he gives in to your warmth, thawing out; it takes Todoroki a moment to adjust from his father to you, and you don’t mind it, letting him take his time. “Wouldn’t that be a scandal?”
“A terrible, terrible scandal,” Todoroki intones dryly, but as he shakes his head, the smile on his face betrays his amusement toward the idea.
You notice something that he sets onto your dining table with a thump, and immediately, your eyes widen with enthusiasm. “You got ice cream? Goodness, I love you so much.”
“It sounds like you love the ice cream more than me,” he says with a laugh. “That’s the true scandal here.”
“You caught me in the act,” you respond, sticking out your tongue. Your fingers curl under the lid, unable to lift the lid up, and you hold the tub of ice cream up to his face, sticking out your lower lip in a pout. “Could you help me please?”
“Hmm… I don’t know about that,” he contemplates teasingly, but he does it anyway, snapping it open by sending warmth to his fingers to ease it into opening.
The two of you sit down at the couch as you scoop ice cream, feeding it into his mouth, and suddenly, your apartment feels a lot warmer with your boyfriend around.
“When I said I was lonely, you didn’t have to come all the way here to my apartment,” you say, your voice sounding almost strangled with surprise.
Sero snickers at your reaction, leaning against the doorframe casually. “Why not? I wanted to keep you company.”
Despite his loving words, you know there’s more to his words than he lets on. Your text messages are filled with witty banter and flirting, but even then, those messages can’t express the fact that the two of you feel like you’re about to go crazy from staying sheltered up in your homes with nothing to do. He knows how much you have yearned for him in the last few weeks of quarantine, and it’s driving you insane that you can’t see the rest of your classmates. You’re confined to using video calls as a means of communication, but even then, it’s just too much for your whole head to take.
For him, it’s even harder because he’s the bigger social butterfly out of the two of you. Sero’s not big on complaining because that’s his nature; on the other hand, it’s easy to tell that he’s not satisfied with screen interaction (“Social distancing is bullshit, and we all know that,” he had said during a phone call. “Why not ban social media at this rate?”).
As you stare at each other with silence falling around you, there’s an intensity that makes this moment pop out like stars exploding. You have forgotten how his voice sounds in real life, not distorted by your phone’s speaker or anything like that. Memorizing him at this moment, from the way his lips quirk up into a smile to the way he looks at you, it’s like you’re breathing fresh air into your lungs, relearning the definition of life as you meet his gaze.
“Oh, you should come in,” you say, realizing how awkward it is for him to stand outside like this waiting for you to invite him in. You usher him in, and he follows you, contrasting you with his gracefulness. “Don’t want you to catch a cold.”
“Don’t worry, I’m wearing several layers,” he hums, pinching the fabric of his top casually. “See?”
“Mind if I help you take off some?” you ask, arching an eyebrow playfully at him.
He grins, lips fitting onto yours perfectly. “I thought you would never ask.”
Rather than seeing your boyfriend, you see a giant box before you, obscuring him from your view, but you know it’s him by the way he holds the box in his arms so unsteadily. He’s the only person in your life who would dare to do such a stupid thing and bring something this heavy from across the city. There are times when you question Kaminari’s sanity, and this is one of those times where you want to hit the pause button and shake him by the shoulders. You don’t mind the company, but when it’s during a quarantine period where he’s risking his life to see you, you prioritize his safety and health over your selfish needs. Inwardly, you make a note to berate him for his carelessness.
“Did you bring all of your belongings here or something?” you ask with a laugh as you shove your foot against the door to keep it open for him.
He stumbles into your apartment, setting down the cardboard box with a heavy sigh of relief slipping from his lips. It’s almost comical to see his body to sag to the ground as soon as he puts the box down since he’s supposed to be a hero, but here he is, defying the standards of being a hero. After closing it, you walk over to sit on your knees, bending over, so both of your foreheads are touching.
“No, I didn’t,” he informs you, pushing you away and making you sit up. You’re sitting in the same positions now and face each other on the carpet in front of your television. “I brought something much more important.”
In your anticipation, you watch him rip the tape off of the box, curious about the very thing that has made him go all the way to your apartment. There’s a bit of grunting and all, and he finally wrestles it out of its package, revealing a…
“You decided to risk your ass to bring your gaming console here?” you say incredulously, shooting him a dark look.
He pouts, his eyes shining. “It’s Animal Crossing, though.”
“Okay, give me a moment until we start.”
The first thing that hits you is the smell. It’s incredibly intoxicating, and despite having eaten lunch already, your stomach leaps out of your whole body, grumbling for more. You’re relieved that it doesn’t growl as it normally does because you wouldn’t know how to keep embarrassment flooding your whole body. Midoriya peeks from behind the containers, shooting you a grin.
“I’m using my Quirk, but I would appreciate it if you let me in,” he sings, making you crack a grin and let him enter your apartment.
“That’s an incredible amount of katsudon,” you breathe out, not sure how to react to the very fact that your boyfriend’s mom has made all of this. He sets the boxes of katsudon down on the dining table. “Tell your mom that it isn’t necessary; I got food stocked up in the pantry.”
“What kind of food?” Midoriya asks you, scrutinizing you with his emerald-eyed gaze. “Will it be as good as this?”
“No,” you admit sheepishly after a long pause, “but won’t it mold eventually?”
He averts his eyes immediately from you. “It’s better than the stuff that you’re planning to eat.”
You note the other things that hang off his wrists in eco-friendly bags. The bags are bulging as if you’re going through an apocalypse. With the bags being opaque, it’s hard to get a sense of what exactly is there.
“Is the rest of this from your mom?” you ask suspiciously, looking at the bags.
“Um… no,” he mumbles, his words slurring into one another in his panic. “There were some good discounts at the grocery store, so I bought some board games and other things if you ever get bored.”
He meets your eyes shyly, and your heart melts all over again for your boyfriend who has tried his best under the circumstances to make sure that you are as comfortable as possible for quarantine. All you have been doing is trading text messages along with staying up late with each other on the phone until the other falls asleep, but there’s nothing quite like looking at him now with his constellation-freckled face and smile.
“Thank you, Izuku,” you murmur under your breath, pressing your lips against his slowly.
Just about when you’re on the verge of deepening it, he breaks free of it. “Aren’t we supposed to be doing social distancing?”
“You came to my apartment,” you point out matter-of-factly. “That’s not social distancing at all.”
Surprised doesn’t begin to explain your feelings toward your girlfriend’s sudden appearance at your apartment. She looks completely at ease, which raises mental alarms for you. You spend a few good minutes checking Yaoyorozu’s body temperature to make sure that she’s not sick with the fever or anything before you sit down on the sofa.
“I thought you said that social distancing was necessary to make sure both of us don’t get sick,” you comment, sending her a curious look.
The two of you have been keeping contact through text, not really having the time to call each other. Yaoyorozu has always been the type to follow rules, being your class president, so the decision she has made is almost unbelievable to you.
A light pink fans across her face. “I changed my mind because I was concerned, and I made sure I was well-protected from everything.”
She holds something similar to an N95 respirator, and you admire her for her intricate genius, noting it looks identical to the pictures you’ve seen. While texting, Yaoyorozu has mentioned that she has assisted in helping hospitals by producing masks, but there’s a slight part of her that’s almost disappointed at the fact that she’s not able enough to produce enough to help out. Her concern is valid, but you know her to the point where you know that her mind’s fixated on these mistakes. You change tactics, leaning forward with a sly grin.
“So you didn’t miss me?”
“Of course, I missed you!” Yaoyorozu bursts out, and you grin. She sinks into the couch, realizing that you’ve tricked her into admitting her real intentions. “I swear… one of these days, you’re going to be the death of me.”
“Love you, too,” you reply instantly, earning a quiet laugh from her.
“I thought you didn’t want to risk the heavy fines if you get caught on the streets?” you ask her with a sly grin on your face as she enters your apartment.
“My mom and dad were encouraging me to break the rules,” she answers with mirth dancing in her voice, cocking her head to the side. “They said, ‘What’s the point of you being enrolled in a heroics course if you aren’t able to put those skills to use?’”
“Of course, they said that,” you say with a snort.
You know that Jirou’s parents are completely enthusiastic about you dating her, completely supportive of your relationship together. Most Heroics Department students don’t date simply because of the amount of commitment it takes in a relationship; with Jirou’s cynical nature, most would peg her as the least likely of your class to date (besides Mineta), but surprisingly, the two of you are attached at the hip. On the other hand, the quarantine has taken its toll on you as a couple since you can’t see each other in person.
She sneaks a look at your desktop, the ends of her lips tugging into a smile. “You’re listening to ASMR again?”
“Oh, that one…” your voice wanders off as soon as you catch a glimpse of the title of the video, and immediately, your fingers find their way to ctrl+w, not interested in letting your girlfriend figure out what your tastes range in. “It’s nothing special.”
Unfortunately for you, her eyes quickly land on the title of the video. ASMR Cuddling with your Girlfriend, the title reads blandly. With Jirou, she’s known for her speedy reaction time since her Quirk requires her to respond to situations quickly, too, so it’s no wonder that she’s able to catch the title of the video. Your earbuds are still plugged into the computer, and the remnants of the video’s sound play out before dying.
“Her voice sounds nothing like mine,” she observes aloud, much to your chagrin. She raises her eyebrows at you with a knowing look in her eyes. “If you want real cuddling, just ask me, or I could do a recording for you. I know that quarantine is hard on you, so don’t suffer through this without saying a word.”
The flush on your face and stammering that comes out of your lips are enough for her to laugh and tease you.
“I was in the area, helping out one of my neighbors buy groceries, so I thought I would stop by,” Uraraka sings cheerfully upon coming into your apartment. “I got you some good coupons, too, since I thought you might like them.”
You look down at the small strips of paper that are spread in a fan with large discounts. It’s amazing how much you save when you go out to buy groceries and other necessities. You’re used to Uraraka’s good luck in finding the best sales and discounts in your favorite brands and everything, but you’ve forgotten how considerate she can be, especially when she’s worried. In her dark eyes, concern bubbles up in them, and she hides it with a large smile.
For her, she has a lot to lose with the pandemic happening. Even if her parents own a construction company, they’re not exactly in the place to call themselves well-off or anything like that, and they can’t file anything with their insurance since they’re employers themselves. Construction has already been paused throughout Japan, leaving little to none business to profit from. As you watch her turn to leave your apartment just as quickly as she came, you suddenly realize that she didn’t only come for you, but she also needed someone to be with, a constant in her life.
You poke her cheek softly, giving her a gentle look. “Want to stay for some mochi?”
Her eyes light up at the sound of her favorite food, and she pecks your lips briefly, a noticeable change in her behavior.
“I would like that,” she says, making you smile in response to the idea of spending time with your girlfriend.
“Surprise!” your boyfriend says, but you pay no attention to his words, rushing to his arms.
Kirishima embraces you immediately, and it feels like the first time you kissed, so warm and comfortable. It’s easy to lose yourself within this hug because you have almost forgotten what it’s like to touch someone else. Being with him is so comfortable, surrounded by this bubble of bliss and happiness. Your vision blurs out everything around you whenever you’re with him.
He plants his lips on your forehead, giving you a wry smile. “Long time no see, huh?”
“That’s an understatement,” you mumble, rolling your eyes at his optimistic behavior. “I thought that you were only allowed to go out for your work-study, though.”
“It’s called… breaking the rules,” he admits with a small chuckle in a stage whisper. “I wanted to see you so badly. This quarantine’s going to be the end of me if I don’t.”
Sinking into another kiss, you can’t complain because you’re enjoying this just as much as he does, and your fingers climb through his hair, begging for more. There’s so much you want to do and say, but the time isn’t exactly forgiving to you, so you settle with this — him murmuring your names in hurried breaths like this is going to be the last time you ever see each other. You say his name back, letting it become your mantra during these precious moments.
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