#sickie kozume kenma

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Oooh could you do a kenma sickfic?So on some day the Nekoma VBC had a training match quite far away. So kenma is sick and he forces himself to go to that traing match but he couldnt? Even walking was hard for him at that state, he was nauseous , dizzy his stomach and head hurts like crazy. He did think if going to school. So he got dressed and skipped breakfast because he was too scared if it went up. While he was walking to school his stomach was growling and a coughing fit was coming... time skip because yes and I dont want to be too detailed because you wouldnt have your own ideas :)! So he didnt go to the volleyball practice match because he couldnt handle the pain, he did go on the bus but went off before the bus even moved because of vomiting or because he was in a lot of pain ? I hope kuroo doesn't run to him and takes care of him because that's like all the fics I read lol, Anyway ! Hope you are doing great!!! Remember to take breaks, drink water !! Bye :D

Hi! First request out of six, done! Just a headsup, I changed the story a bit towards the end of your request because it made more sense to me to make it happen in another way (and also to make it a little longer), I hope it’s fine. Thanks for sending the request, let me know what you think! You can find the CWs in the tags (OCT 16)

Timing should be his thing, Kenma thinks. He’s always thought that, as a setter, having good timing is fundamental. He’s always taken it for granted, even.

But life must like to prove him wrong. At the worst times, too.

The young athlete is fairly sure that nobody would bite his head off for skipping the training match, and that his parents won’t be mad for the money that would go to waste, were he to stay at home instead.

The training match is going to be held in another cityー why would anyone willingly leave Tōkyō, anyway?ー so coach Nekomata and coach Naoi had to make arrangements to find the team a place to sleep for the night, since going back and forth in one single day would have been far too exhausting for everyone.

And Kenma’s known about this match for months. He was almost somewhat thrilled to play, until this morning.

He places a hand over his stomach, gingerly. He’s been sitting on his bed for an hour straight, trying to will his body to move and get up already. But something hurts, and Kenma’s not so sure that he’s going to be able to get up and even only make it to the bathroom without puking or passing out from the pain. Or both.

He rapidly tries to recall what he has eaten in the past twelve hours, but nothing seemed unusual, nothing smelled off, nothing tasted odd. He can’t think of one single thing that might have made him feel like death warmed over.

Kenma’s guts twist, a low growl erupts from his stomach, and he’s one-hundred percent sure that his hand, still resting on his belly, actually moves when his insides do.

A quick glance at the alarm clock on his bedside table makes him snap back to reality, abruptly so.

Shit…!

He only has fifteen, maybe twenty minutes before he has to leave. His bag is packed, his uniform is on his desk’s chair, ready to be put on, but he’s yet to have a shower today, and he should probably attempt to eat a little something. While he doesn’t normally get carsick, he’s always wary before matches. Important ones, especially.

Kenma rapidly gets up, regretting the action as vertigo almost makes him topple over, right on top of his brand-new computer screen. He catches his footing and barely avoids the disaster on time, but it takes him more than he’d like to admit to catch his breath. His eyes are squeezed shut, one hand gripping at the cushion of his gaming chair for dear life as he prays for the world to stop spinning.

It does, eventually.

There’s only so much time for the setter to brush his teeth, put his uniform on and leave in a hurry. He gags a few times, like when the toothbrush touches his tongue, or when he bends down to put his shoes on and his stomach contents threaten to spill at his feet. His mother shouts at him from the kitchenー right, she’s staying at home todayー to at least grab a snack with his bentō, but he doesn’t, waving his hand lazily as he quickly excuses himself.

- - -

He’s not sure how he makes it to the bus in time, but he does. By the time Kenma arrives in front of the school gate, where most of his teammates are chatting cheerfully, he’s convinced that he’s definitely going to tell the coaches he’s not coming, and walk back home.

If only walking wasn’t so painful to him, in this state.

Beads of cold sweat run down his forehead, and he blesses the face mask he’s wearing for hiding his agape mouth, panting and gasping after walking at a pathetically-slow pace for only a few minutesー his house isn’t that far from Nekoma High, at least.

“Hey, Kenma’s here! And before the bastard, too, so someone owes me 1’000 yen!” Yaku chuckles, and Yamamoto hands him some money, practically throwing it at him, an annoyed look on his brooding face.

Everyone laughs, coach Naoi’s voice unheard over the sound of teenagers messing around.

Kenma doesn’t even have the strength to roll his eyes or smile. His teammates greet him, and while he’s been getting better at physical contact, he wishes that they would stop touching him so much now. He feels gross, sweaty and shaky, hot, and the hands that pry and punch lightly are a much more significant threat to his dignity than they believe.

One wrong push and he’s going to burst, Kenma just knows that.

He smiles, forcedly, and prays for the agony to end soon.

- - -

The bus ride is worse than he’d thought it’d be. The traffic is a nightmare, and they’re forced to stop not once, but twice, because Inuoka’s feeling ill due to his hellish motion sickness.

Kenma forces himself to look away, buried in his jersey as he sits in the very back of the bus, music in his ears to distract himself from the growing sensation of discomfort in his lower abdomen. Kuroo’s insistent as ever, and Fukunaga’s peak entertainment makes everyone but Kenma laugh uncontrollably for the whole duration of the bus ride.

It lasts six hours, give or take.

The pain doesn’t abate. Kenma doesn’t manage to fall asleep, not once.

- - -

“Okay, let’s start warming up!” coach Nekomata says, with a broad smile on his face, “Ten laps, and be sure to alternate between left and right arm’s rotations, nice and slow. Do your best, Nekoma!”

The cheer that erupts from the team almost knocks Kenma off his feet. He can’t take it anymore, he just can’t, and now that he’s so far from home, from his warm bed, from his comfort itemsーof course he’s forgotten his console at home, of course he didー he feels like he might start crying and stomping his feet at any moment.

And he almost does when, after the second or third lap, burning bile tickles the back of his throat and goosebumps coat his skin as his stomach rolls.

He blinks once, twice, eyes glassy and unfocused, vision blurry, greying around the edges. Panic seizes at his already-upset guts, and his legs shake when he rapidly makes his way back to the benches, basically dropping next to them. He grabs his water bottleー he hopes it’s his, he can’t see well, he’s not too sureー and unscrews the cap, not without any difficulty.

His hands shake, he’s jittery and feels so, so cold. Logically, Kenma’s aware that the gym is warm, and that he’s been moving enough for his body to warm up a little, at least, but he can’t ignore how shivers run down his spine.

“...nma-kun, are you okay? You look awfully pale.” someone asks.

He looks up, the whole world blurring in and out of focus in rapid succession when he raises his head to meet coach Naoi’sー confused? Angry? Annoyed?ー expression. The boy doesn’t even reply, question already forgotten.

Instead, he gets up on buckling knees and makes a run for… somewhere. Frankly, Kenma doesn’t really know where he’s going, and he doesn’t care. He needs air, he needs to sit down, he needs toー

He falls down, palms flat on the floor as he spills his gut, retching loudly onto what he believes is the asphalt of the parking lot, judging by the newfound ache in his hands, bleeding slightly.

He vomits again, the second bout even more violent and vile than the first one, making acid spill from his nose and trickle down his chin, the smell acrid and nauseating, of something rotting. His eyes sting, and not only because of the foul scent, no. Fat tears stream down his face, and he pukes again, for the third time, the ache in his guts not dissipating one bit.

He cries, blubbering and sputtering. Catching his breath seems impossible, his breath is far too ragged and shallow to provide any consistent oxygen intake at this point.

Somewhere along the way he must have dropped his bottle, because when he blindly fishes for it at his sides, he doesn’t find it. That makes him cry even harder, snot and tears staining his face alongside chunks of vomit and acidic bile that burns his throat.

In the distance, he believes he hears someone’s voice.

But when the siren of sleep calls his name, inexorable and tempting, Kenma lets his eyelids drop, and collapses to the ground, blissfully asleep.

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Haikyuu Sickfic - KuroKen

Sickie-Kenma Caretaker-Kuroo What seemed like a normal Saturday one person wasn't a happy camper and that person was none other than Nekoma's Setter Kenma Kozume. The day had just begun Kenma woke up after having a weird feeling in his stomach but he shook it off until the inevitable happened, the feeling of something coming back up got worse that was when he knew "I'm going to be sick" he proceeds to walk to the bathroom and kneel in front of the toilet and just his luck a hot stream of stomach acid escape his throat "this day couldn't possibly get any worse" he thought to himself "KENMA" a voice yelled from downstairs, realisation washed over kenma he had completely forgotten his plans with his childhood best friend/boyfriend the Captain of Nekoma Kuroo Tetsuro as he planned on yelling out another wave of nausea hit him. -KUROO'S POV- I walked into kenma's expecting him to play games but that was until I heard a liquid? hitting something and kenma coughed, when I put the puzzle together I headed straight to the bathroom, when I walked into the bathroom I saw my lover heaving his guts up with tears streaming down his face `oh darling... it's okay take deep breaths` reassuring kenma while rubbing his back. -NO ONE'S POV- Once Kenma was finished kuroo carefully held him close he proceeded to place the sick boy down, kenma moaned at the sudden loss of warmth `hold on baby I'm getting medicine` 5 minutes later kuroo came back and sat on the bed near kenma while he helps kenma sit up, kenma took the medicine gagged a little `do you want to eat?` kenma shook his head `too tired... wanna sleep cuddle me` kenma opened his arms and rubbed his eyes while Kuroo snuggled up next to next thing he knew he was asleep. `Sleep well kitten` kuroo said while kissing kenma's forehead Kuroo and Kenma fell asleep and after two days kenma was back in good shape thanks to kuroo. Hey Guys! Volt here this by first-ever sickfic so its kinda rusty