"C'mon boss~" KiriDeku {MHA} fanfiction.

bonus chapter 2

(Picture above not mine, idk who it belongs to)
(Dabi's POV)

I started noticing Eraserhead coming over more often that week. All the way until the summer camp attack.
I liked the kid's plan even more now seeing I was allowed to hurt that fucking eraserbitch.

The morning we were supposed to leave I woke up at 3 fucking AM. I went into the main area and realized Shiggy was there, talking with Kurogiri. Even with that I felt a tint of jealousy- jealousy? No. No fuck that not jealousy.
I noticed it generally pissed me off if that bitch talked to anyone.
"Morning bitches." I groan as I sit down. Shiggy doesn't even bother looking at me and just keeps talking about random shit.
"Rude." I state.
"Can I get a drink?" Kurogiri nods and hands me a bottle of alcohol and a shot glass.
"Thank you." I mutter, neither of them bother giving me attention. I pour myself a glass and take a shot, every once in a while I glance at Shigaraki, who had turned his back to me after noticing. His hair seems quite soft- piss off. No. No. No. Fuck off.
I pour myself another shot. But before I can even take it I start feeling something in the back of my throat. Thinking I just swallowed something wrong u start trying to cough it out. Though it's not food like I expected. It's a single blue flower patel. Shiggy turns to me but I quickly hide the petal and take the second shot, before standing up and going to my room.
"I'm gonna try and sleep a bit more." I state, Shigaraki doesn't pay attention to it. On my way to my room I feel something coming up in my throat again and I start sprinting. The moment I shut the door behind me I start rapidly coughing. It finally comes out of my throat and into my mouth, I drop to the floor and spit it out.
More flowers.
I recognize some of the flower types, which doesn't even matter but I'm trying to focus on something different from the fact that I'm coughing up morning glories and red roses the same color as the blood dripping from the corners of my mouth. There's blood on the roses. But I just redid my my staples, they didn't get loose. There shouldn't be blood. What teh fuck's happening?!

The next thing I know I'm passed out on the floor next to a pile of blue and red flowers, blood and saliva.
When I wake up the feeling in the back of my throat isn't gone but it's less. I decide to search up what it means when you cough up flowers.
"Hanahaki disease.. the result of a one-sided love. The sickness will leave when the love is returned or the one lover dies. Results will also stop when the one suffering dies, which will eventually happen if love isn't returned soon enough and the patient will die of suffocation." I feel my heart sink into my shoes.
When I try speaking my voice is raspy, almost similar to Shiggy's.
"You ok Dabi?" Midoriya asks concerned as be picks an already dying flower petal off my coat. I quickly snatch it out of his hands as there is a small blood stain on it. I crumble it up and throw it in the trash can. I can't leave to my room seeing we're in the van on the way to Kirishima's summer camp.
"Yeah just a cold." I groan, trying to hide my discomfort.
We finally stop at the edge of a mountain.
"I'm gonna take a piss." I lie to the rest. I walk the other way, into the woods far enough from the rest that they won't hear my gagging over the sound of birds chirping or their own excitement.
I dabble over, collapsing onto the grass, only half holding myself up by a tree. It's more hard to breath then when this happened before and I really feel like I'm going to die. I hear someone approaching me from behind me and grabbing my shoulder. The man's voice is unfamiliar but also not.. y'know? When you don't personally know someone but you swear that you've heard their voice before? That's the feeling I had at that moment.
Though I'm trying more frantically not to die then focusing on the man.
"Oh shit-" the man mutters when flowers come out of my mouth and onto the floor, the blue morning glories are mixed in with a dark red shade of clogged up blood and saliva. I feel like it's done so I finally glance up to the man and realize it's the guy I've been resenting for the last week.
Shouta Aizawa
Pro hero Eraserhead.

In an even more raspy voice I ask:
"What do you want from me?" Eraserhead just looks at the flowers, then back at me.
"Hanahaki?" Hesitantly I nod. I understand what crusty sees for him, he's not a bad looking guy, though that tint of jealousy doesn't dissappear with this realization.
"For who? Who could I villain love this much?" What the fuck is it with the personal questions bitch?! That's non of your fucking business and I feel like you won't like it when I say your boyfriends name.
"Fine don't tell me but if you don't tell anyone who can help you it might be deadly y'know." I nod. Already aware of this fact.
He walks away. Now I'm just sitting here next to yet another puddle of blood and saliva covered flowers. I feel it getting worse it's already building up in my throat again. That bitch is right I have to talk to someone but who? Who would want to help me?
I look in the direction where Eraserhead left off to. He seemed willing to help I just didn't except it.
"Who could I villain like you love this much?" A villain like me. What did that mean? Was it meant as an insult? Or just a statement? Great. Now there were two people I couldn't get out of my head. Great. Just great.