Every Rose Has Its Thorn

Part 6: The Pendant and the Dream

(Idk why I drew that, the dress is supposed to be more teal and the face is off. Hope you like it!)

-Midoriya's POV

"Midoriya!"  Kacchan. I could recognize that voice anywhere, no matter what tone it was used in. This tone sounded soft, lighthearted, happy. 

I noticed I was in a dress with a cardigan on it. Although it was said to be a stereotype that gay people wore dresses and skirts, I liked the way my slightly feminine body looked nice in this gown. As long as it was something that they liked, it didn't really matter what anyone wore anyways. 

It was an a-line dress with a vibrant forest green color. It had a wide red satin ribbon. The dress was entirely made of chiffon fabric that had transparent layers that created an opaque and filled-out result, which was smooth to the touch. An open-fronted cardigan covered the dress, draping the green with a soft onyx black. The sleeves stopped near the middle of my forearm, and I wore flats that still had an iconic red color to them. 

Amidst all of it was a red crystal pendant necklace, which had a familiar crimson red that reminded me of a certain someone's eyes. It had an intense and deep color, but it was soothing to look at, maybe even mesmerizing to stare at. Even the sunlight barely shone through the deep red color of the crystal, although it was transparent. Darkness far from took over the pendant, however.

I couldn't tell where I was. All that lay around me were lush green fields, no flowers to be seen, and no sound either. Just the voice of the wind as it softly blew, letting sunlight shine through a few layers of chiffon that fluttered in the wind. My pendant gleamed in the sun, and for a split second, it almost seemed to be pointing somewhere as it blew in the wind. 

I looked over and saw something in the distance, a silhouette of a moving figure. I walked towards it slowly, the shadow starting to become more detailed and I soon started to run when I saw who it was. 

I kept running until I was right in front of Kacchan. He wore a red suit with a blue floral vest on top. A jet black tie was tucked underneath and he had navy blue dress pants as well. A chocolate brown belt and shoes were present as well. He had a pendant necklace too, except it was emerald green. 

I paused for a second before silence overcame once again, and Kacchan held out his hand a few moments later. I took it and, he pulled me into a hug. I hugged back as if we were two puzzle pieces that had finally connected after so long. It felt like we had been together forever.

"Kacchan." I smiled as he lifted my chin up and his hand slid upon my cheek, wiping happy tears that I hadn't realized were there. He held me close with his other hand and I embraced him with both hands around his torso. He had a soft smile on his face as he leaned close and whispered to me in a soft voice.

"Midoriya, I love you." My heart fluttered at those words, he loved me.

"I love you too, Kacchan."

"Oh, look! We have matching pendants. How wonderful!" His voice remained soft and quiet, but his emotions were joyful. 

"It led me to you." I hoped he would believe me, but the words sounded strange on my lips.

"That's peculiar, mine did too, well, it seemed to, at least."

"It's like we're meant to be Kacchan. We're meant to be..." He slowly leaned in and we kissed in the sunset, not knowing where we were, or where we were going. Only knowing what we were, together.

I woke up from my slumber, realizing that it was all a dream. I wished it were reality, but knew that would never happen. I remembered my hanahaki, which was proof of these non-mutual feelings. I tossed around in bed as I saw that the sun was barely up. The alarm clock on my nightstand read 5:14 am. I wanted to go back to sleep, but my chance for that to happen quickly disappeared as I felt my breath hitch violently. 

I jumped out of bed and ran to the trash can, puking up blood and another petal. No, cross that. I spotted another petal as well. After spotting a third one, I began to panic. I quickly looked for a water bottle and grabbed an anxiety pill. Once I swallowed the pill, I quickly drank water to help it go down better and to wash down the taste of blood and petals. I could've dealt with this at any other time, but of course, I had to wake up to the taste of hanahaki. There was no going back to sleep. I was wide awake now and shocked too. It was time to start the day.

I decided to get breakfast so I could say I ate early, and because I didn't want to see anyone, let alone have them question my diet. It was a Saturday, but my mother had been very busy recently, so I wasn't able to visit her. Instead, I was stuck at the dorms where my classmates could come across my suspicious acts at any moment. I guess being around my mom wouldn't have been much better though.

I took the elevator down, glad for the silence that was held in the lift. When I got down to the kitchen, I noticed there was no fruit left, nor much food at all. There was mostly junk food. It was usually like this on weekends since people often ate a lot of the healthy foods for dinner, leaving the kitchen with snacks and breakfast that wasn't healthy enough for my standards. I guess I'm not eating today.

I was already downstairs, and I didn't want to stir anyone awake by going back up, so I just sat at the table. I rested my head in my arms when I heard a voice inside my head.

You should just go die already. You are a waste of time and space and flesh and blood and everything that there is to waste. You even created a disease for yourself, and you just sulk in depression all day. How useless.

I started to cry silently as I thought about how purposeless my life was.

"I don't wanna be depressed, I just want to be normal! I just want to be happy, but that's already too much, isn't it? I've only done all of this to myself. I made myself unable to eat properly, I made myself sick, I've made me into me! Just useless and weak!" I broke down, sobbing as quietly as possible, not realizing that someone had arrived at the kitchen.