it was meant to be a calm evening in the leagues base. you’d planned to chill out, maybe watch a movie, but your stomach had other plans. it started with a little headache but that quickly spiraled into chills, shakes, nausea and body aches. you’d worried you were catching a fever and that all played true when you were standing in the kitchen, trying to take your temperature. your mouth started watering and a massive wave of nausea hit you like a truck, prompting you to double over the trash can and heave up everything you’d eaten that day. a familiar pair of heavy footsteps joined you as you were finishing emptying your stomach. dabi. he winced a little and moved to hold your hair back as you finished, his eyes watching you cautiously

“you uh…you aight there, doll? not feeling too good i see”