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Katsuki’s knees shook anxiously as he sat on the bed in the doctor’s office. He was terrified. The doctor looked really concerned when he saw the petals his mom had collected and he didn’t want to know what that meant. He’d sat through the exercises and all but he almost didn't want to know.
The doctor came back into the room and Katsuki took a heavy breath, trembling still.
“Unfortunately” oh please don’t start a sentence like that just tell me how bad it is. “You have type three”
“What does that mean?” Katsuki felt like his heart was going to burst from his chest. Why was the doctor dancing around it like this.
“Well there are three kinds, each progressively worse and harder to get rid of. Type one is simple, your crush doesn't love you back. Easiest to remove because it tends to make people feel better to lose their feelings. Easiest to live with because your crush may one day find feelings for you.”
“But I don’t have that”
“Right. Type two, a bit more difficult to deal with but still not as horrible. You believe your crush doesn't like you back which may or may not be true but you stress over those feelings and it causes the flowers to grow.”
“Get on with the thing I have please”
The doctor sighed, sensing Katsuki’s anger. “Type three, the worst and hardest. Flowers grow in your lungs and eventually spread to your skin and consume your body because you believe you are undeserving of-”
“No!” Katsuki shook his head. “I...it’s not a belief it’s true! I don’t deserve his love! I told a kid to jump off a roof 11 months ago! No one like me deserves love!”
“Young Bakugou please”
“No! No! No! It’s not fair! I never meant to...I…” tears threatened at Katsuki’s eyes as he held the sides of his head.
“The only cures are to surgically remove the flowers, which will effectively remove all feelings you have for this school friend of yours, or sit through enough therapy to make yourself believe you deserve his love. But that may never work...and type three can kill you”
Katsuki shook his head. “What’s a third therapist? I don’t want this feeling to go away. I love him…I do...please don’t take him away from me” he choked out a sob.
“Baku-”
“I’d sit through therapy for the rest of my life if it meant I could keep feeling like this.”
“Alright. I can make you a deal. I’ll let you try the therapy for the rest of the school year. If you don't start improving by the end of the year we have to remove it before it becomes detrimental to your health.”
Katsuki trembled but nodded, coughing a few times and wiping more blood from his lips. “Fine. The rest of the school year” He could change his whole view of himself in a year...right?