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His respiratory system currently shouted at him, trying to get him to cough up the water and food he had forced into his throat. Even the smallest things had become a choking hazard for him, causing his complexion to remain gaunt after choking up his food and drink after every mealtime.
Despite this, he had continued to train, sometimes up until the point he passed out from lack of oxygen, but he persisted. After all, all heroes have to perform some sort of self-sacrifice. This just happened to be his version.
"How are you still functional?" Denki asked, glaring worriedly at his friend. His food was only half-eaten, and Kirishima's internal struggle was starting to become far harder to hide.
Something was always in his throat, and he didn't like it. He hoped it was just a simple cold or a new sickness that was going around.
Whatever it is, he hoped it wasn't that. Anything but that.
His life would become considerably more complicated if it was what he hoped it wasn't.
"I'm not feeling it today," he responded, to which Denki sighed with exasperation, "You haven't been feeling it for a week now! Whatever it is, you can tell me, you know? I'm here for you!"
"Thanks, Denki," Kirishima offered a grin, "But it's nothing. I'll get it checked out if it doesn't stop during the next week."
"You said that last week," the boy narrowed his eyes, to which Kirishima laughed nervously. He was trying to postpone it as long as possible because he wouldn't be able to deal with the news if it was bad.
After all, Hanahaki was the disease that killed many love-struck teenagers when their feeling wasn't returned.
Hanahaki is only able to be treated by a delicate procedure, where a specialized doctor cuts into your lungs, and eliminates the lustful flowers by force, but with the movement, your feelings along with your ability to love ever again will also be taken away from you.
If that procedure is not done, the only thing that awaits him is inevitable death.
He wouldn't be able to make that choice now. Hell, he doubts he'll ever be able to make the choice. No one should ever have to.
But when the time comes, he must know his answer.
Even when he wasn't doing hero work, self-sacrifice remained a large part of his wretched life.
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