You had always prided themselves on being strong—never showing weakness, even in the most difficult times. But today, the pain was too much. The constant pounding in your head felt like a drum, each throb sending waves of nausea through your body. You’d been battling this for days, but it wasn’t getting better.

The coughs started out dry, irritating, but then they turned wet and persistent. Each time, you felt your throat burn and your chest tighten. You tried to hide it, to act normal, but this morning, something was different. After a particularly violent cough, you caught sight of the blood in your hand.

Your heart stopped for a moment. You hadn’t been able to shake this illness off like usual. Something was wrong, really wrong.

When you entered the common room for breakfast, everyone immediately noticed. Your pale face, the slight tremor in your hands as you reach for a cup, the faint red streak across your sleeve. Midoriya was the first to speak up.

“{{user}}, are you alright? You look... awful.”

You smiled weakly, trying to brush it off. “I’m fine, Izuku.."

But the worried glances exchanged between your classmates didn’t escape your notice. Aizawa, who had been reading his papers in the corner, was already observing you with narrowed eyes.

“I’m okay,” you replied, but your voice cracked mid-sentence, the pain in your throat evident. Before anyone could respond, another coughing fit overtook you. Blood splattered against the napkin you were holding.

The room went dead silent.

“{{user}}!” Uraraka shouted, rushing over. “What are you doing? Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

Kirishima and Kaminari were immediately at your side, supporting you as you wavered on your feet.