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Story: It was hard to pretend he wasn't feeling the pain. No one knew, and he had managed to hide it so well it was unnoticeable. No one would ever know. Though he kind of wished someone did. It hadn't been his decision to fall in love. It hadn't been his decision to fall in love with Bakugo, of all people. He hadn't wanted to get Hanahaki disease. But he couldn't control his life or his feelings. And for the past three days, he'd felt nothing but overwhelming worry and pain. Pain from the disease. Pain from the amount of blood he coughed up. Pain from the fact that he had confirmation that Bakugo didn't love him back. He was laying on his bed, three days after the symptoms started, feeling absolutely worthless and sick. He had tried avoiding Bakugo, since the coughing only started when he was near him. So being away from him seemed like the best idea. Of course, that didn't stop Bakugo from coming to him. He heard a knock on his door- a rather loud knock, indicating that it was Bakugo. He suppressed a groan. "Yes?" "Can I come in?" He asked roughly. "No thanks." Kirishima replied softly, trying to make him go away without angering him. "I haven't talked to you for two days." No way. He sighed and stood up, walking to the door. "Fine. Come in, then." The door swung open, revealing a slightly ticked off looking Bakugo. "You tying to avoid me or something?" He snapped, pushing past Kirishima and stalking into his room. Something about the way he said that, the way he moved... it was attractive. And Kirishima hated it. Don't you dare, he thought as he felt a tickle in his throat. He cleared his throat, trying to get rid of it, but it stayed. He let out a small cough, desperately trying to keep it quiet. Bakugo looked back at him, and the look of concern on his face was enough to throw Kirishima into another coughing fit. He could feel the petals, about to slip from between his lips... No, no, not now... He flashed Bakugo a reassuring smile- as best as he could- then coughed into his hand. He smelled blood, and could see the pale orange petal laying in the palm of his hand. Bakugo was looking at him, half concerned, half confused. Kirishima tried to hide the blood pooled in his hands. "I-I'll be right back." He turned and rushed from the room, heading to the bathroom. He quickly washed his hands, drowning the petal in the cool, crystal clear water. He felt like crying, like screaming, like shouting and finally getting out all the pain inside of him. But he knew he shouldn't- he couldn't. Telling anyone would let them know how much he cared for Bakugo. That was almost worse than anything else. He stumbled back to his room, where Bakugo was seated on his bed, awaiting his return. He tried to seem casual, but the second he stepped in, Bakugo started asking questions. "Are you sick? Why were you coughing so much? Are you, like, dying?" The last one hit a little too close to home. He flinched slightly, but managed to hide it. "I'm not sick. I just inhaled like, dirt or something. I'm not dying either." It felt weird that he was lying about all three. Hanahaki does weird things to your brain... it makes me lie... He managed a smile and sat down beside Bakugo. "So, why'd you come to see me?" "Because you're avoiding me." He leaned closer, narrowing his ruby eyes. "What's up with you? You avoid me for two days, then I come to see you, you start coughing, and then you run away. And now you're bright red." "Am not!" Bakugo smirked. "You are." That smirk... Kirishima couldn't hold it in. He jerked back, coughing so hard it hurt. Bakugo looked horrified, watching as he threw up blood and flower petals. "What just happened?" He asked, gripping Kirishima's shoulders, trying to help him sit up after his coughing fit. Kirishima knew he should've felt upset, or sick. But he mostly felt mortified. Hopefully Bakugo had never heard of Hanahaki before. "Who throws up flower petals?" He snapped. "And blood?" "I-I do... it's just a... a condition. It's not real flower petals, it just looks like it. I don't really know what it is, I've had it for ages. It just got bad in the past few days." He was surprised at how fast he could come up with a lie. "Oh. I see. Well, hope it gets better." He smiled- a real, genuine smile. That was rare, and it made Kirishima's heart skip a beat- and yet another petal rise in his throat. "Uh, you should go so I can clean up this mess." He quickly ushered Bakugo from his room before another coughing fit came on. The second he was gone, though, he let it out. He slipped to the floor, the coughs escaping loudly. He felt pain, and oh, how he wished this had never happened... Despite the fact that there was blood and petals strewn across his room, he couldn't bring himself to clean it up. His head ached, and so did his throat. He laid on the ground, trying to not cry, trying to focus and keep calm. It didn't work. The tears slipped out, and he cried himself to sleep.
