Portal Panic

13.2 Everything in Perspective

Super excited to share this chapter! I absolutely love how it turned out, and I think it's just got a ton of interesting things in it! Thank you sooo much to my friend who spent hours work-shopping what to write with me! :D

Really wanted the one year anniversary chapter of Portal Panic to be fun!

All scenes with only MHA characters will be written in English, for ease of reading, but the characters are actually speaking Japanese to each other.

If a scene is being translated the entire time, and there are no language issues anywhere in an entire scene because of a translation device, the scene will just be written as normal. But you know who speaks what. I believe in you.

Friday, September 14th

4:42 pm

HUUaaagggHHHH!

Sharp, acidic vomit slicked a normally elegant boy's throat as he hung over one of class 1B's dormitory toilets. Gone was the well-built teen's typical pretty-boy status, eaten away by dark circles around his eyes and a sheen of oil covering his skin. Ironically enough, the very same orbs that stared in misery at the toilet seat were, at the moment, his most striking feature, their blue-grey irises emphasized by his sickly, ashen tone.

Neito Monoma groaned, bonelessly sliding off the side of the porcelain. He needed to get back to bed, but the thirty feet of flat, hardwood floor between him and his mattress might as well have been a sheer cliff.

This flu had really laid him out flat.

Literally.

The cool tile of the bathroom floor soothed his overheated body, the nausea finally ebbing under the reprieve. Monoma rallied, rolling just enough to get his knees and hands under him.

A crawl seemed doable.

Starting in the direction of his room, the feverish teen squinted against the bright lights of the hallway.

What he couldn't figure out was how this bug had just come out of nowhere. No one he knew was sick right now and everyone had been stuck on campus for lockdown. Just how the heck had he gotten it? And why the heck wouldn't his shoulder stop itching?

Scratching at the stinging ache for what felt like the hundredth time today, Monoma finished a slow, three-legged shuffle into the bedroom. As he approached his pillow-top destination, the tinkling of wind chimes caused him to look over at his nightstand.

His phone.

Wow. How long had it been since he'd looked at it?

He drew a blank, the answer eluding his befuddled mind.

Most of the last twenty-four hours were just a blur of crazy dreams and people coming to check in on him.

Hauling himself into bed with his arms like some great, winded ferret, he flopped over, grabbing his cell and opening his class' group text thread.

Handful of Fun

I still can't believe he got kicked from the hero course. The faculty knows how much he's been through lately. It doesn't seem fair.

Vine Priestess

Life is not always fair, but it is what we make of it. Perhaps God has a plan to help him move past this. I will pray that he learns to embrace this hardship and come out better for it.