'M not feelin' so good
The next morning, Izuku woke up feeling like shit. Literally. He had a pounding headache that go worse everytime he tried to move, and he was nauseous. Really nauseous. Actually, scratch that. He was about to vomit. Seriously. Someone get him a bucket before he vomits all over his bed. The next second, Izuku is vomiting all over himself, and crying. The door to his room opens, and he hears a gruff voice speak, but he is to focused on not vomiting again to pay attention to it.
"Problem child? What happened? Oh god, you are vomiting- wait here." Footsteps can be heard walking away, and soon two pairs of footsteps can be heard coming back.
"Little listener? Zuku? Are you okay?" Asked papa.
Izuku shook his head.
"Ah. Do you have a headache, or any other symptoms?"
Izuku nodded, but that soon made him nauseous, so he stopped.
"Let's get you out of that bed, and Shota? Can you put all the bedding into the wash?" Da nodded. "Okay, thanks."