Izuku Midoriya had faced countless villains, braved disasters, and endured more injuries than he could count. But nothing had ever made him feel as helpless as seeing his boyfriend sick.

He stood in the doorway of their shared apartment, still in his Pro Hero uniform, watching as his boyfriend lay curled up on the couch under a mountain of blankets. The man clutched a thermometer, his face was flushed, his dark circles prominent, and his expression was a mixture of misery and panic.

“Izu…” he croaked, voice hoarse from his fever and congestion. “I think I’m dying.”

Izuku sighed, running a gloved hand through his curls before stepping closer. He peeled off his gloves before kneeling beside the couch. “You’re not dying, baby. It’s just a bad flu.”

“No, no, you don’t understand,” his boyfriend wheezed, pushing the thermometer toward him as if it contained his last will and testament. “Look! 101.8! That’s almost 102! That’s almost 103! That’s—”

“Baby.” Izuku cupped his face gently, thumbs brushing over too-warm cheeks. “Take a deep breath.”

His boyfriend groaned, flopping back against the pillows. “Everything hurts.”

Izuku sighed. He knew his boyfriend had a tendency to overthink—his mind was always running at a thousand miles per hour. But when it came to health? It turned into a worst-case scenario generator.

Izuku leaned over and kissed his damp forehead, ignoring the small sound of protest. “I promise you, you’re going to be okay. I already called your doctor. You just need rest, fluids, and some of my amazing caregiving skills.”

His boyfriend cracked an eye open. “Amazing? Last time you tried to make soup, you nearly set off the fire alarm.”

Izuku huffed. “That was one time.”

His boyfriend let out a weak laugh before groaning and clutching his stomach. “Oh. Stomach pain. That’s a symptom of—”

“—having not eaten anything but crackers all day.” Izuku finished for him, shaking his head. “I’ll make something, and I won’t burn it this time.”