Petals Falling (Kirishima X Kaminari | Hanahaki Disease)

Part 1 - Fake

Disclaimer: I do not own My Hero Academia or any of it's characters. I do not own any of the art used, including the cover.

Hanahaki disease: Here is a site explaining what Hanahaki disease is; 

https://fanlore.org/wiki/Hanahaki_Disease 

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Kaminari POV

Again. 

I hate this. 

It hurts, so much. 

I throw open the bathroom door, as soon as I'm in front of a toilet my knees give out. I fall to the floor with a loud bang, the burning in my throat increases. It sounds like I'm choking. Even with my hand over my mouth, I can't make it stop. I feel hot tears run down my face. 

It burns. 

My stomach empties itself of the the flowers embedded there. With each cough, I can feel the roots did into the flesh of my lungs. The petals pour out of my mouth. I can't stop them. The petals are crimson, and soaked in blood. 

After a while more of coughing up the petals, I finally stop. When I look up, the crimson petals are littering the ground along with the toilet. The nausea is still crushing me. Another wave of sickness hits me and I collapse to my knees again. 

It's getting worse. I could die from this, but I haven't let anyone else know. I'm the happy one. I can't be sad. It's not right. I slowly get to my feet again, making sure to steady myself. I clean up the petals and erase all evidence of this.

I can't let them know. I go to the sink. I wash my face, not leaving a trace of the blood that had stained my lips.

I head back to class. Once inside, I smile at Aizawa-sensai and take my seat. 

After class, I grab my bag. Kirishima comes up behind me. Not good. "Yo, dude, can I talk to you for a bit?" He asks. I turn around, giving him my usual smile.

"Of course!" I exclaim. he smiles and takes me out into the hallway. 

"Do you wanna hang out later? With me and Bakugo?" Kirishima asked. I still felt sick. I couldn't risk anything. 

"Um, well I've got....stuff to do." Kirishima looked at me, oddly. I never have stuff to do, so I can't blame him. He shrugged it off. "Is that all?" I ask, trying not to sound too rude. 

"Well, there is, I've been meaning to tell you something. So, I've... had a crush. For a long time, and I wanted to find a way to ask him out." Kirishima says, blushing. I keep the smile plastered on my face. 

I feel sick. I hope he doesn't notice.

"And, who is it?" I ask. With this, Kirishima looks a little more hesitant. Whatever inner conflict he had was short lived. 

"I like Bakugo." He says. I've known this for a while, but it still hurts hearing him say it. The burning sensation crawls up my throat. Not now! 

"That's great!" I manage to say. Kirishima seems to light up. I cough, it feels like I'm being torn apart from the inside. I take a breath, steadying myself. I bring my hand to my mouth to prevent from letting the petals escape. 

The familiar taste of blood soon rises in my throat. I start coughing, I keep my gaze from meeting Kirishima's. "You should tell him you like him! I'm sure he'd say yes!" I encourage. It's all I can do to keep from throwing up. "Well, you just tell him you like him, I'm sure he'll say yes. Um, listen, I've really gotta go now. I've got-"  

I am no longer able to get words out of my mouth. If I do, the petals will pour out too. I refuse to look at Kirishima, I turn and leave. Not giving him time to follow me.