Hyperthermic frog

dying frog

A/N: A little insight to this one-shot is Dane (my oc) is a My hero academia/Boko no hero academia oc with a frog quirk that makes him cold-blooded and J.D (my friends oc) is a teen wolf oc who is a werewolf is that fandom. I tried portraying hyperthermia the best I can please forgive me if it is wrong.

Dane's POV:

Great just great I don't know where I am. I couldn't be too far from camp... I just can't find it. I looked around frantically only seeing trees wherever I look and slowly my panic increases, everything looks the same. The weather had gotten colder and colder during the last few months and snow had started falling about two weeks ago and even though it couldn't be more than -10degrees I was shivering and was chilled to my very core.

Stupid cold blood, stupid weather, stupid me, and my refusal to tell anyone about how cold I always am especially in the colder months. why couldn't I just suck it up and admit it? It's because of damn pride that's why. I huff in frustration at myself for making such a stupid decision.

I had wandered out to the forest without even thinking, it normally was nice and calming but it started to snow, as I continued to walk further away from camp I shivered and wrapped my thin measly sweater tighter around me. I hardly went out when it was cold but coming here was new and hard. A group of people with quirks like me had come into camp some I knew others I didn't. I don't understand exactly how we for here from Japan where quirks are normal to here where most humans are powerless unless associated with something like supernatural species. I never was too good with change.

The snow came in sheets as my movements slowly got slower and more lethargic. I decided to slump down by a tree to huddle up to try and conserve more energy. I try remembering everything I've learned about dealing with cold weather but my brain has gotten foggy. I found it concerning but I was too tired to do anything much about it. I huddled against the tree, hoping and trying for some warmth though I knew I wouldn't get it, as the snow starts piling up around me. I knew I was gonna die.

Panic filled me. I tried to move and run back to camp but moving even a finger took so much effort and energy that I quickly give up and slumped back against the tree. My eyes start to close though I fight with everything I have in me to keep them open, knowing I gotta get back to camp, to warmth and my friends, who will all be concerned but ill probably get a lecture from them and Elodie.

My thoughts are starting to quiet as it gets harder to focus and everything is slowly fading.

I gotta get up...

But so very tired... I can hardly move.

J.D's POV:

I saw one of the weird superpowered people, though I think they called it something else quirks maybe I wasn't very sure, walk into the woods in a stumbly fashion so I waited a bit just to see if he decided to be a smart person come back out. it was starting to get colder than when he left and a few of his friends, who also came from his universe, had started to frantically look for him. Something about him being a frog, they were all mumbling it to each other.

I decided to go after him alone (as I realized he was a dumbass and could be in danger). So I put on a jacket and trudge into the woods. I regret it almost immediately as it started snowing, I growled, and even though the snow was coming down hard I persisted. A thought came to me about their frog comment. If he was in any way related to a frog, which is cold-blooded, he would die out here in the cold.

It was very long before I could smell him even though his footprints were long gone, from the sheets of snow coming down. My heightened senses were the cause of that, but his scent was fading and with surging panic meant he was dying or already dead. Which we couldn't lose even one member it was important for us all to stay alive. Also, why'd he come out here in the first place he had to have known it was gonna snow. I shook my head to focus on finding him.

I start to run in the direction of his smell and come up to a tree with what I assume to be him curled up at the bottom. He's not even shivering which is most likely bad I remember someone saying that it's a very bad sign. I kneel beside him, checking for his pulse, and see it's still there but it's faint, not good. I quickly brush the snow off his face and am initially shocked at how gorgeous he is, I quickly berate myself for letting myself get distracted by this when he could easily die without medical attention.

I pick him up in my arms and hold him close and try to share some of my body heat, I hope it works. I don't have a crazy unusual high temperature like the other werewolves which at this time is super annoying as I can't even help that much.

"Sorry dude wrong werewolves to save you at a time like this at least I hope I make it a little better," I say to him even though I know when couldn't obviously hear me, I feel bad I can't do more in the moment.

I start running back to camp at a fast speed and look down at him worriedly as he doesn't make any movement or sound. I see our lights and campfire in the distance, I could also hear his friends still looking for him.

I froze and looked around as I heard four pairs of quick footsteps coming from behind me before they got in front of me. Two pairs of wolfish eyes stare down at me as they size me up before they show their recognition once they realize I'm not an intruder and visibly relax. I smirked but it's a little wobbly trying to continue walking hurriedly. The boys breathing getting even more ragged and faint than before.

"Oh! Alpine? Nica?" The two nodded and I sighed in relief at getting their names right, being new to camp was intimidating. "Nice of you two to show up remind me where the damn medical tent is," I said with a slight demand, knowing my place but the boy whose name I couldn't ask because he was literally dying in my arms! I look at the two female werewolves in front of me and the smaller one, Nica, instantly starts whining when she sees the cold, limp boy in my arms.

The other one nodded and turned to lead me to the large medical tent. I ran in so quickly I nearly took out a few people before Dawn took notice and she strode over to, by the looks of it, lecture me about disrupting her tent, I'd seen it given to a few others and it was fucking scary. She noticed the hyperthermic boy in my arms and her face became focused on him instead of on me.

"Place him down. Quickly," she demanded with a stern voice and I placed him down in one of the cots a fast as I could before being sent out because I was apparently "taking up space" but I did what she asked. I wanted to know how he was doing though, it seemed only right that I get to know. I had saved him!

Hours later though I was allowed in along with his friends who had waited out in the cold with me. The warmth of the tent was welcomed with a soft sigh of content before focusing on the boy in the cot. I had learned earlier from one of his worried friends that his name was Dane. He still looked cold but better than when I found him. I found a stool and plopped down and looked at his shivering form, his eyes looked around at all the faces. He stopped at me with his unfocused eyes and was visibly trying to recognize me. I chuckled as his eyes brightened a bit as he seemed to remember something.

"T-thank you so m-much, I r-emember you s-saving me," his teeth chattered and he stuttered, he brought his pale hand out from his mountain of blankets and promptly shivered. I focused on his hand then his face as I took in his features, his hair was still a little wet from the snow, it was white, ironic really. I caught one and grabbed his hand holding it securely and I look into his green eyes and finds he's looking right back into my eyes.

I attempt a small smile, "of course it'd be a crime to let ya die like that, get some more rest, Dane." I tease and I see a small smile make its way onto his face before he snuggles deeper into his pile of planets and with a small nod he stills and falls back asleep.

I keep ahold of his hand for hours after that, not wanting to let go.