shotos sick

During morning training, the pain worsened. It came in big, crushing waves, making his vision swim. He tried to hide it, his face a mask of calm, but his right side was involuntarily frosting over as his body tried to balance the feverish heat building in his gut. "Todoroki? You look like death" Bakugou snapped, stopping in front of him in the hallway later that afternoon. "I'm fine" Shoto managed, though the words sounded strained. He had to stop, clutching his stomach as his breath quickened. He felt his stomach clench violently and, trying not to humiliate himself, he rushed toward the bathroom, barely making it to a stall before he was forced to vomit