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Izuku sat in his 3-A class with a killer headache. His body shook slightly. Why does my head hurt so bad he groaned mentally. He could practically feel the headache flowing down throughout the rest of his body. Not even realizing his classmates were staring at him. He heaved a loud sigh before raising his hand. Aizawa, trying to ignore the strong smell of Peaches and Vanilla spreading through the room, looked at Izuku in question. "What is it, Midoriya?" His teacher asked with his typical calm attitude. "May I go to Recovery girl, please? I feel like I'm going to throw up," His voice was unstable, as if he was suppressing something. "Go ahead," Izuku weakly nodded while standing up.
All he wanted to do was go to Recovery Girl's office, but the second he got up, his body collapsed back into his seat. A small whimper left his lips as he tried again, this time slowly. Sero stood up quickly, feeling the strange need to help the boy. Of course, Sero wanted to help Izuku; he was his friend. But this was different. Sero felt the need to take away his pain, to protect him. "Hanta, I'm fine. Seriously, I need to go see Recovery Girl." Izuku whispered while trying to push Sero's hands off his waist. There was no actual attempt in his actions physically, though he didn't want to bother Sero mentally.
On the other hand, physically, he wanted to lean into Sero's hold and stay there. His lip shook softly as he almost whispered out a whine. Before he could utter the words flooding his mind, he used most of his strength to push the Spanish boy into his seat, not roughly. The green-haired boy released another shaky whimper before racing out of the room. The second the door closed, his classmates could hear the faintest whisper. "Why the actual fuck was I about to say Alpha... I shouldn’t be going into a heat for another few weeks."
Pushing the thoughts away, Izuku weakly walked through the U.A. halls trying his hardest to find Recovery Girls office, he damn mear passed oig]t when he was met with the smell of warm cookies. “Izuku, my best, what’s wrong” The older woman asked worriedly. Izuku gasped as true to form the right words but nothing came out. The world black and the last words he hears was a shouy from recovery girl.