You were hunched over the toilet, as sick dropped out of your mouth and filled the bowl beneath you. Izuku was sat next to you, as he held your hair back to stop it getting dirty and rubbing circles into your back.

“Let it all out, you’re doing so well..” He hummed softly in your ear, trying to help comfort you as you threw up all of breakfast and lunch. He knew you hated being sick, so he was there for you.