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In the corner of his room, there was a young blonde student who coughed violently in his lone dorm bedroom. Blood soaked flower petals fluttered to the ground. A river of tears streamed down from his eyes unable to make the pain of coughing stop at will. This had been happening for months and only had gotten worse. The space in his lungs was now down to sixty percent. Surely he would suffocate and die of this if it wasn’t resolved within the next year-or less. It hurt unlike any villain he fought, unlike any trauma he had faced before this came from deep within his lungs. Around the most recently passed december, Bakugou Katsuki was diagnosed with Hanahaki Disease.
A disease so rare most believed it was fake since there were so few cases of it. Of course it was just a stupid legend or some story made up for the weaklings of the world to cope. Yet here he laid, crying on the floor and desperately trying to cough the blooming flower off his lips and out his throat. It was agonizing but not as much as knowing she did not feel the same way. Seeing her on the campus hallways or even just out for her morning run was like a reminder. He could get this removed and absolutely wanted to. However he couldn’t bring himself to want to stop loving Uraraka Ochako.
Luckily and Unluckily, Most of class 1-A and 1-B ended up at the same college. Bakugou still spent his time with Kirishima, Kaminari and even the grand nerd Deku. Taking Phantasm 101 was clearly the best choice he had made since it allowed him to have class with Uraraka. The way she smiled and was so humbled by fucking Deku every day made it a fact. Katsuki knew she must’ve fallen in love with him. Sure, she acknowledged him and they still talked, but nothing like her adorable smiles she gave that fucking guy. That’s when the petals started. After the first day it simply started with him coughing up a seed after brushing his teeth.Then two after overhearing her give Deku her number. The more the realization kicked in that she would never have feelings for him, the sicker he got until his diagnosis.
Still, Still Bakugou wouldn’t get the surgery. He had accepted his feelings for her. Not like he had much of a choice with his condition. The lift in his spirit when she would approach him at times, or the way his heart stopped and eyes stared when he saw her beautifully living from a distance. Her light pink lips, plush cheeks or even just her aura at this point gave Katsuki feeling of peace he hadn’t experienced ever before. After trying to date other girls to make this dumbass flower go away, he realized she was the only who could make him feel so spirited. There was no way in hell he could ever give that up even if it killed him.
A whole flower spilled onto the floor, blood soaked at the back of it. The blonde crawled to the bathroom to open the bottom of the sink. There was one bottle of pills to take every day to slow the growth of the flower, and a liquid to stop the fits in times like these. After downing some of the fluid and drinking some of the water straight out the sink, the boy brushed the blood and seeds off his teeth. The feeling in his chest still burned, but that wouldn’t stop him from attending class tomorrow. He moped over to him bed to lay down and pass out, hopefully tomorrow would be a better day.
The morning wasn’t too bad. After his fit from the previous night he had taken an extra dose of each with him just in case. The usual scene made it was through the day- Drag Kaminari to breakfast or else he’d never wake up. Meet up with Kirishima and Ida to head to their math class. Have lunch somewhere in there- then Phantasm 101. Kirishima always insisted on sitting next to Bakugou with Uraraka not to far away. The class talked until their respective professor came out to lecture them as usual. This teacher was so boring it almost made Katsuki miss Aizawa. Almost. Every now and again he would catch Uraraka whispering to that stupid dumbass fucking nerd and have to stifle a cough or growl. This was so stupid but she was so adorable. Near the end of class, they were handed back their test and as usual Bakugou was at the top. Perfect score and all. Kaminari was lucky he wasn’t here or he would’ve failed so hard. Kirishima looked so happy with his score it made his explosive friend a little proud. All those group sessions finally paid off! Once they were dismissed, Bakugou was prepared to go do some training with his red counterpart, but was stopped by a little burnette.
“Hey Bakugou!” God was her voice always so hypnotising? “I wanted to ask you something. Ya know, kind of like a favor?”
“Why should I do any favors for you, round face?” He was always aggressive and yelling and swearing, but he would have rathered grab her by the wrist and give her whatever she wanted. He couldn't. She wasn't his.
She seemed rather humbled and upset almost. “So..I see you've gotten to the top of the class again! Amazing, you were always so good at phantasmal stuff...”
Katsuki raised an eyebrow. The compliment was nice but she never did this out if the blue and he wasn't stupid. “What do you fucking want?”
“Please help me study!” She begged. Uraraka had her test in one hand and all Bakugou could see was red marks “ I'm hopeless I can't keep this up, I'll never pass! You've gotta help me im begging!”
“Just shut your trap already!” He barked “ Why don't you ask that green haired brat?” he almost coughed up a petal.
Uraraka shook her head “He did even worse than I did. I need you Bakugou!”
That phrase was so nice. Even if it wasn't the same for them both, he loved his name on her lips. “Fine,” he growled “Meet me in the dorm main space at 8pm.”
“8? That's so late..”
“Yeah well I already had plans today and that’s as early as you get.” His backpack slung around his shoulder. “Unless you suddenly don’t need my help.”
Uraraka straighten up and put on a smiled. A nervous one in an attempt to not shoo off her best chance of help “Not at all! 8 o'clock sounds absolutely perfect! Didn’t have any plans anyway! Ha ha..ha..”
Kirishima finally paid more attention to their conversation “Whoa, did our little Ochako actually ask Bakugou on a date? That’s crazy!” He laughed, elbowing his blonde friend.
The burnette tried to wave Kirishima’s assumptions off. “Oh, no no no! It’s nothing like that! I wouldn’t want to start bugging Katsuki of all people.” She giggled but it stung in Baukou’s heart and lungs. From across the room, Midoriya waved over Uraraka to which she quickly started following. “See you at 8!” leave it to that nerd to ruin everything. Even something so simple as a study-
*Cough*
Oh no. Bakugou looked at Kirishima and decided it would be best to escape or run away. There was no way in hell he could let anyone know he had this stupid disease. Bakugou jumped over one of the desk that blocked the way and bolted down the opposite end of the hall. Unfortunately with his best friend chasing him “Bakugou! Wait! Where the hell are you going? The gym is the other way!”
*Cough Cough*
Once the bloody petal hit the ground, he knew it was too late. Tucked away in an empty hallway, the flower fill suffocation began. It hurt. Within less than a minute the once explosive young man was on the ground coughing up blood, petals and seeds. Even with an entire hanahaki flower covering the opening of his mouth and it wouldn’t go away. Why did it always have to be like this? Why her? Why was she in love with someone else when it could be him?
By the time Kirishima found his blonde friend he was out of breath. However the adrenaline took over after seeing his strongest most admirable friend on the ground surrounded by a garden “BAKUGOU!!” he yelled. Instantly he was next to his friend, trying to think of ways to help. This was nothing like the rescue class he took last semester. Though Bakugou was very in need of saving right now. The red haired boy noticed Bakugou clawing for his backpack. Katsuki knew it was good to pack extra medicine today.
Kirishima grabbed his backpack from him and desperately looked for something that could help. Those two medicine bottled looked right. Though there was no way he could swallow pills now. But that liquid looked useful. Bakugou’s fit grew heavier as he rolled on his stomach in pain. The fully bloomed flower fell from his lips drenched at the back in blood. Though his friend quickly turned him back over “You can’t be on your stomach for this, I’m sorry!” He poured the liquid down his friends open mouth, unsure of how much was enough. Until Bakugou turned his head. It was safe to assume he knew how to take care of himself in this situation. Kirshim tossed his friend’s backpack over his own, grabbed the Hanahaki flower then picked up his friend bridal style. “You idiot..”The words from Katsuki’s mouth came at a whisper. Ejiirou, unable to hear him, still bolted down the hallway and to the nearest medical office.