Nightmares. A bad headache. Irritated eyes. These were the clear signs that he soon had to deal with something he'd rather not deal with on top of everything else that was going on right now. Sniffling and coughing harshly, suppressing a sneeze on his way, Shouta stumbled to the communal kitchen in the teacher’s dormitory early in the morning. As he brewed himself a cup of coffee, his eyes grew moist, tears streaming down his cheeks, his nose runny and itchy. He lifted his arm, rubbing the scratchy fabric of his hero outfit over his face, still fighting off the urge to sneeze. He sniffled in futile attempts, his breath hiccupping and his eyes squeezing shut as he let out five sneezes in a row, each one more violent than the next. His eyes burned, indicating that his Quirk had activated. Damn. Could he even teach in this state?