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Vibrant green, matching his eyes, spills from Ochako’s lips as she hacks up a few flower petals. She had been feeling a bit hoarse all week, but this was the first time her coughing had yielded anything. She stared out the window of her dorm room and could see flashes of green lightning and bursts of fire and ice from one of the nearby training grounds. Deku—she smiled, bittersweet.
Shouto coughed a few more times and spewed more flower petals, and this time a bit of blood, into the small trash can he kept in his room. Everytime he had seen his favorite head of green hair today, it had been paired with a head of spiky red. Shouto’s stomach soured and he threw up into the trash can. It was getting worse.
Wiping the blood and bile from his mouth, Eijioru stood from the toilet in his bathroom and gazed into the mirror. He already felt the flowers rising in the back of his throat again, but he held them back. The intense staring between fiery red and intense green was overwhelming Eijirou, and his eyes watered before he leaned over the toilet again. Tired of the constant pain in his heart and the pressure in his lungs.
Katsuki thought the flowers could go fuck themselves. Even from the beginning he knew—it would never be him. Deku—Izuku—would never choose him. So like the weak coward he was, he hid. He hid the pain, hid the flowers, hid his feelings—but there was nowhere to hide anymore. In plain sight, in the common room, he finally collapses on the floor and coughs...and coughs...and coughs. He smiles weakly at worried green eyes before he passes out.
Izuku stared wide-eyed at the weary-looking classmates that surrounded him. “All of you—” he paused and looked at each individual face, “...have hanahaki?” The “for me?” was a silent afterthought, something they all understood as they stared at each other. They all nodded weakly, and Izuku looked on worriedly before breaking into tears. Sobbing, he replied, “I-I love all of you equally! You’re all so amazing and wonderful, but your pain makes me hurt too! Can—Can we get better together…?” Izuku glanced up shyly to see the brightened complexions of his healing classmates...or….partners…? That would take getting used to, but at least they could all do it together.