kiribaku month 2021

crossover

ignoring the prompt again... cause the other fandom i'm mainly in is danganronpa and haikyuu, and no way in hell am i making anybody die, and also i forget everything about how volleyball works.

this is just a rewrite of a prompt from last year, tw: blood, vomitting

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He never thought seeing Camie and Bakugou date would be so painful.

Well, he knew it would hurt to some extent, but never in the physical sense.

But here he was, hunched over the toilet with orange daffodils erupting from his throat because his best friend snagged a date with Camie.

He was trying to be happy for them.

Happy that Bakugou had managed to find romance in his life, and have it with someone he had so much chemistry with. Happy that Bakugou had someone he could rely on, go to for troubles and pain. Happy that they loved each other and-

More orange petals shot down his throat, this time causing a sharp pain at the back of his esophagus. The flowers had been stained with blood, some of it still dripping off.

Oh, how he wished he could still see flowers as beautiful. Now, the sight of flowers only caused him to silently swear that the vines wrapping around his lungs and the flowers stuffing his throat didn't decide to wreak havoc.

He tried to be quieter, making sure Bakugou wouldn't use this as a chance to show himself. He felt like screaming, the pain was almost numbing. It made blood trickle for on between his lips and his throat go raw.

But this was better than ruining his friendship with the blonde. Better than losing such a close acquaintance over some dumb crush. Better than he couldn't look at his face anymore without feeling the urge to empty his stomach.

He was just going to die here. Pathetically leaned over on the ground of his bathroom, expelling blood and flowers and emptying his lungs into the toilet. Emptying fluttering titian petals drenched in crimson.

He felt faint, wanting to just lay back against the tile wall in a position not too uncomfortable and sleep for the rest of eternity.

And hey, who was stopping him?

He sadly chuckled to himself.

He picked up his head, opening his mouth at the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway. They stopped near his room, opening the door.

Now he regretted nothing more than letting Bakugou have a pair of his keys.

"Shitty Hair!"

Kirishima resisted the urge to speak, the urge to get those petals out of his throat, the urge to do anything but sit there in deafening silence.

Bakugou stomped in, slowly closing the door behind him. He scanned around the room, trying to see anything out of place. That 'anything' was the borderline sob that escaped Kirishima's throat in the other room.

Bakugou took a deep breath before knocking on the bathroom door.

"Kirishima?"

Of course, this was the chance he decided to start calling Kirishima by his name. The time when he couldn't revel in hearing his name from come his lips.

"Y-yeah, bro?"

"The fucks happening in there?" He heard a strong fist bang into the locked door as he spoke.

"Oh, I think something just didn't settle with me. Little nauseous."

"Well, can you open the door?"