Slowly Bed Ridden

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The burning sensation didn't stop, his throat felt like hell, just like fire without any end. Kirishima's throat felt dry and raspy, his arms and legs grew weak as his eyes felt light, staring at the black handles of his manly clock. 4:30 am.

It was almost time for him to leave, in the back of his mind he thought of what everyone was doing, how everyone was doing... and why he ran away, again.

He put his finger in his mouth as he tapped on the side of his tongue feeling something dry and rough seeming to be coming from it. He didn't know what it was, he tried pulling it but it felt as though it was a part of his tongue. Whatever that thing was, it was making him uncomfortable. Well, it wasn't like he was already uncomfortable in the first place. Running away wasn't manly, it wasn't manly at all.

He pulls the pillow closer to his chest, his arm around it like he's choking it. Kirishima buried his face into the white sheet and inhaled deeply before tossing the pillow behind him and onto his bed. He pushed himself up quickly regaining his balance at a wobbly start, his leg moving over the trash bin being overflowed by flawless red petals, and crumpled tissues drenched in dry blood and saliva.

Kirishima pulls the closet door open as he tugs a random sweater from the hangers pulling it over his head and pushed his arms through the sleeves. The clothing was unusually large for his size, but he didn't think much of it as he slipped on one of his sneakers and headed for the door, shoving his phone in the sweater's pockets while he was at it.

Checking the light from the halls there was no movement, the coast is clear. He turned the golden doorknob as he peeked his head outside, Kirishima's eyes turned to his left to the neighbouring door. Bakugou's dorm room. There was no sign of the blond anywhere and he was somewhat relieved in a way, he wasn't ready to see Katsuki again after what commotion had come to be. He rushes outside his room and goes straight to the entrance of the stairwell and shoves the door open before he feels a burning sensation in his throat. Desperate, he clamps his mouth shut hoping to keep the petals at bay as he rushes to the main floor and out the dormitory.

4:33 am

Those three minutes seemed like a whole hour in Kirishima's case, trying to be quick but also quiet at the same time made his arm hairs start to rise.

Although he felt like that, he had finally made it to the main floor and he's hurrying to the main doors. The lights were still on, the golden rays making his silhouette clear to anyone who was still awake at this time of night. His mind was hoping that no one was awake, his hand gripping more tightly over his mouth preventing any cries of pain from coming out.

Kirishima pushes the doors open as he goes out of his way to cough it all out on the grass, tears started welling up in his eyes running down his face and dropping out onto the green blades. Along with the blood staining the patches of grass, he couldn't stay here for long, he had to get to Mrs. Kuso's office. He spits the rest of the blood as he stumbles to his feet and runs around the corner to leave the school grounds.

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Mrs. Kuso cleans her glasses as she pulls herself up from her bed feeling strong arms pull her back down, a males' sleepy voice rings through her ears, "where are you going?" This male's voice was deep and along with a soft rasp, his grip tightens.

She inhales sharply as she gently pushes his deep black hair out of his eyes leaning to plant a kiss on his forehead, "Mrs. Kirishima's son has a problem, I need to get to my office to check him up." Mrs. Kuso feels the males' arms loosen as he turns over facing the wall, "guh... just go then."