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"You can't!!"
"Denki, this is serious" mr aizawa said in a comforting tone.
This was serious and denki kaminari knew that. He knew it was his fault and he knew what they are going to do now they know he has hanahaki disease.
He pleaded with them not to get aizawa, his tears had made puddles on the bathroom floor. But they didn't listen, they were his friends and they were trying to help him.
He'd left lesson running, running straight to the bathroom. Out of instinct and concern shinsou had run after him followed by jirou. The two waited outside the bathroom door. It was a staff/disabled toilet, the closest one to the classroom. The door was tall and thick but they could still hear kaminari crying in there.
"Kaminari" hitoshi shinsou said in his usual sleepy manner. "Open up"
Shinsou was one of kaminari closest friends, they'd maybe not bonded straight away because of shinsou 'not wanting to make friends' attitude but eventually he'd warmed up to idea of friendship. Shinsou despite he would ever admit it was kaminaris best friend and he liked the boy. he'd never want to cause him pain but it was because of him that kaminari was there in a toilets to begin with.
"Come on denki" kyako jirou said, softly knocking on the door "Tell us what happened?"
Jirou was also one of his closest friends, she was like a sister to him. Kaminari could tell her anything but maybe not this. Maybe not the fact we had been coughing up flowers for weeks, thinking he could handle it, until it got too much.
They'd probably just assumed he was skipping class but when the door bathroom opened slowly to reveal denki leaning over the toilet as if he was vomiting, he had angled himself so that they wouldn't see in.
"Hes shaking" jirou pointed out, her hands were brought up to her mouth out of shock.
"Denki" shinsou said trying to sooth him, but it only made him 'vomit' more. He crouched down and tried to rub his back.
"What happened!?" Jirou asked again this time more strain in her voice. She lent against the door frame, watching him trying to work out what was wrong.
"Go- " he muffled between coughs.
"Denki..."
Kaminari jolted forward closing the toilet seat lid and flushing it. He stood weakly, wobbling a little. "I'm fine" he said wiping his mouth. He began to cough and cough, blood staining his hand.
Jirou stepped back in horror as she saw kaminaris weakened, frailed body try to stand. His skin had become paler, hair became dull, eyes droopy.
"b-blood"
Momo,who had been sent to take them back to lesson, had arrived and was greeted with a frantic looking pair.
Jirou grabbed her shoulders for support, she looked ready to vomit. Momo looked at kaminari barley standing. "Oh god"
Kaminari started to wheeze and jirou decided they needed to get mr aizawa.
"Get mr aizawa please"
As soon as she was given the instruction momo sprinted down the corridor.
"No! Please no"
He began to loose his balance and his body felt like a rag doll as shinsou catched him, the two slowly lowered him back to the ground leaning his back against the wall and his head straight.
The 1a classroom was filled with people wondering about kaminari, some assumed he'd ditched while some sat there worried like kirishima and sero. Mina was panicking shaking uraraka violently. It was until momo returned that there questions would be answered.
She rushed in with a panicky voice,
"Kaminari he's he's" how do I word this? Is there even time to think about this? "Something not right sir" momo sputtered out.
"Right, iida as class rep I leave you in charge. Everyone stay here" aizawa instructed
Iida nodded. But kirishima stood up, despite being told by bakugo to sit back down. He, sero and mina were about to follow mr aizawa. "That means you too, stay put"
"I can't do that sir" kirishima said "my friend might -"
"I don't think we have time to argue" momo said cutting them off.
Shinsou and jirou had managed to get kaminari to take of his blazer and tie as well as undoing the top buttons of his shirt, this they hoped would stop kaminari from over-heating.
He was too weak to move, so they had managed to find him a bucket to vomit in, but he tried his best not to.. if they saw the flowers they'd know and then...he didn't even want to think about that.
He could see momo return with mr aizawa...
no no no no no no no no no no no no no please God no.
Tears were pouring down his face like there was no tomorrow.
Mina and sero stood away from the door after mina god a glimpse of kaminaris blood stained blazer, she started to fear for the worst.
Kirishima and bakugo stood at the opposite side, bakugo was using kirishima as a human shield because he couldn't bring him self to look af him again.
Kaminari looked like a corpse, if it wasn't for his extremely high temperature you could easily think he was. Everyone had the same reaction when they saw him expect mr aizawa who being a pro hero he'd probably seen worse. Despite the students seeing people injured or sick before, they had never seen there friend act so fine and happy then to see him as a living corpse.
"He was coughing blood" jirou explained after a silence. This seemed to have worried mr aizawa, his face twisted into a look of worry.
It was worrying to see this look on anyones face let alone their teacher.
It was fairly normal to see all might coughing up blood due to his condition but for a young hero in training it was quite shocking but shinsou knew, he could tell that, that wasn't what aizawa was worried about.
Jirou moved towards momo embracing in a hug to calm each others nerves.
Now that he thinked about it momo was like an older sister to kaminari, she was sweet, clever, probably God in human form and made amazing tea. She cared for denki like an older sister and he was glad it was her comforting jirou. Especially when she finds out.
Kaminari was snapped out of his thoughts by mr aizawa question.
"Is that all you've been coughing up?"
"I- I - s t o p " the sound of coughing echoed in the bathroom. He couldn't hold it in. So he coughed and tried to hide the flowers by covering the bucket.
"Let me see" aizawa said, suggesting he passed him the bucket. Kaminari just held it tighter to himself.
"Denki" shinsou said. "Please"
"I can't"
"Why not?"
"Its okay denki you can tell us" hitoshi said looking at him, a soft smile on his face but his eyes filled with pain, the pain of seeing denki like this...
A small tear slid down the purple haired boys face. Catching denki of guard.
"P-please don't cry"
He moved his hand and tried to wipe the tear of shinsou face.
"Please"
Glancing around he saw jirou trying to hold back tears as she grabbed on ti momo. Kirishimas usually warm smile was no where to be seen, he stood frozen not knowing what to do. Kirishima had been there for him, whenever he needed a friend...he was there...smiling but now being of him he was not. Even bakugo lost the rage in his eyes that was now replaced by fear, he held kirishima hand, grasping it tightly as kaminari met his eyes. Mina and sero he could just see, they both were crying...a more sniffles escaped from shinsou as kaminari eyes flickered back to him.
"I'm sorry...but I-I ca-"
With out thinking he brought his hands to his mouth to try and catch the flowers but the context of the bucket had been revealed.
"Flowers?"
"Denki"
It was too late, they would make him get surgery...and he would forget about him...and when his friends find out who it is they will leave him....he will be alone again...a stupid fucking peice of shit!
kaminaris body felt like it was on fire, his sobbing become loud and unforgiving. The tears became like acid on his skin. He didn't care anymore it was too late to even give a shit.
He let the array of blue bells, irises and the a random rose fall on the floor.
He looked up at his teacher..."how long?"
There was no denying it now.
"A couple of weeks"
"How many weeks?"
"7 weeks"
"Jesus that's almost 2 months" jirou said.
"How did we not notice?" kirishima added.
The atmosphere had definitely calmed down a bit now that denki had stopped crying but it was still a little tense.
"So you really have hanahaki disease huh" bakugo said, letting go of kirishimas hand.
"Yeah..."
Bakugo, denki thought of him as a close friend. Despite his fiery personality he cared about his friends...he would never admit it tho. But denki knew...denki also knew that this was probably killing bakugo, watching one of his closest friends break before his very eyes...and what can he do other than watch.
"Do you mind if I ask who it is?"
"I don't want to say"
"That's fine kid" aizawa said while ruffling denkis hair.
He stood up "now , let's get you to recovery girl"
Everything was almost fine....but he knew what those words meant.
Surgery.
Before he knew it he was choking, the inside of his chest felt tight. Like was being stabbed or strangled. He wasn't sure which he had never felt this kind of pain before.
"Quickly help him up"
"No"
"What?"
"We are trying to help you..."
"You can't!!"
"Denki, this is serious" Mr aizawa said in comforting tone.