°•ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏᴜʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀ•° || Bakudeku || Hanahaki

🌼 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 9 🌼

3rd person pov:

Izuku lay in bed, still, staring at the ceiling. When had he woken up? Why couldn't he sleep? The clock read 4:28 a.m but he couldn't care less. His mind was all over the place, thoughts fogging his brain.

What was he going to do now? Everything would come to an end if the one person he liked didn't like him back? Would his mother forgive him if he died? Would his friends or would all might forgive him? Would the blonde he had fallen for forgive himself once he found out he alone was the cause of izuku's death?

The greenette was a mess and it showed. Slowly his eyes started to shut, feeling his eyelids get heavy he let slumber take over.

But he'd be too damned lucky if he actually got a single hour of peacefulness won't he? The dream was once again, about none other than katsuki. It sent him into hysterics, he woke up pale and sweaty hacking and coughing as he fell to the ground. Everything was a blur, his breathing was unstable and he could feeling the sharp pain in his neck, he could feel thorns embracing his lungs, scratching his throat. The oh so familiar metallic taste was back in his mouth and soon he was throwing up bloody petals.

What a beautiful way to wake up wasn't it?

Small clear droplets fell from his eyes as he held himself in an embrace, crying and cursing his luck.

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About an hour later he regained balance, he could breathe properly and he had stopped crying. He looked at the time to conclude he had half an hour left before school started. Throwing himself on his feet he rushed to his closet to get dressed. After that he quickly brushed his teeth and left for classes, completely ignoring the burning sensation tingling at the back of his throat. It was almost as if it was mocking him.

Izuku's pov:

"Hopefully I'm not late, Aizawa sensei won't be happy." I mumbled without realising.

I rushed through the halls, stumbling and sprinting until I reached my class. I had reached on time.

Entering the class room I completely ignored the eyes staring holes into my body, one glare felt extremely overwhelming though, I knew who it was thus I decided to avoid it.

I went to my desk and sat down.

"If I don't talk to kacchan I don't need to worry right?" Was what I asked myself. But was it really possible to ignore him? He was Kacchan after all.

"Hey deku."

I heard the familiar voice call out. I hated it, every part of it. I hated the way it made my heart ache. I hated the way it made me cry, the way it made the stems in my chest bury themselves deeper into my lungs.

I didn't answer. I can't answer. How am I supposed to answer him when even the thought of him makes me lose my shit?? If I went into a coughing fit in front of the whole class it would be a mess. I had to ignore him.

I took out my notebook and started scribbling into it, completely blocking out the sounds surrounding me. It was the only way, for now at least.

Bakugou's pov:

Class was noisy as usual until deku entered, everyone shot their heads towards him. Gross, why does he even get the attention?

He looked pale, and weaker. He had bags under his eyes and he looked like a mess. As much as I wanted to ignore his presence right now I observed every single one of his movements until he reached his desk. He wasn't making eye contact and neither was he greeting anyone. It was... weird.

"Hey deku."

I asked. I don't know why I asked but I did, yet I got no reply. Angering me was one thing but this had just stirred up concern in me. Concern I didn't want to have, for deku at least. He was ignoring me, he was ignoring everyone.

I was going to say something else when I heard Aizawa enter the class room. He looked at deku for a second before he started with the lecture.

Why does everyone have to be so annoying today?

Suddenly the dream I had last night flashed before me.

"Why am I thinking about that right now??!"

I thought angrily. It pissed me off how a dumb nightmare had me overthinking shit. God dammit.

- time skip -

As soon as class was over I packed my bag to leave this god damn place but overheard Aizawa call deku to his office later.

Why? Was the fucker hiding something from me again?? Could he just stop and tell me everything instead of keeping shit from me?! UGH!

I stomped my way back to my dorm. I threw my bag on my room's floor and fell onto my bed, exhausted.

"Should I confront deku about it?" Was what I thought of. But then I decided to eavesdrop. Not like I hadn't before. If its something personal I would leave, but anything related to his quirk or academics, I'm going to listen to it.

Was this creepy? Was this wrong? I didn't know. I couldn't even think straight at this moment. Thus I waited for the scheduled time Aizawa had called deku to meet up with him.

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Hello everyone! God its been so long and I deeply apologise for it! I was busy with school and family issues. I got no time to update this story. I'm back now hopefully, I'll try to update twice a month. Thank you for reading and sticking to it. Ily all <3