Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from unrequited love, where the patient's throat will fill up with flower, they will then proceed to throw, and cough up the petals, (sometimes even the flowers). One of the only ways for the disease to 'disappear' is if, the said person returns the feeling (it can't be resolved with friendship, it has to be genuine feelings of love). The infection can also be removed through surgery, though the feelings disappear along with the petals. If they choose nether options, or the feeling is not returned in time, then the patient's lungs will fill up with flowers, and will eventually suffocate.
Katsuki Bakugo, a ball full of anger, at least that's how it looks like. But is he really all that?
A loud knock woke the boy up
It was another school morning that the student had to endure. He couldn't sleep all night wich was caused by his illness of unrequited love.
It was not too long ago when Bakugou realised his feelings towards the classmate.
It was not too long ago that the blonde was frustrated and outraged by his "discovery".
And not too long ago when he caught himself to whir at the edge of the toilet while beautiful, delicate flowers that glittered shiny red caused by the blood, flew out of his mouth and fell down onto the ground.
Since those happenings the future fought himself to sleep at least for a few hours until his thoughts raised his heartbeat with the feeling of his throat choking up again
It was the fear that ripped out his chest with it's heart out his ribcage leaving an emptiness only the other silly little boy with freckles could fill.
that strange fear kept him awake at night.
the heavy pain in his chest that couldn't let him rest.
Either way he made himself ready for his lesson.
"Bakubro?" The blonde already knew who would knock at his door so early in the morning.
It was no other than Kirishima, his best friend. He wouldn't admit it tho.
"You there mate?" A groan left the boy's lips.
"The fuck you want, shitty hair" I said grumpy as always.
"Damn, Mate. I was scared you might overslept. Lesson's beginning in about 15 minutes." He said with the temptation to sound as gentle as possible to not irritat the boy behind the door more
And honestly the gentle voice did calm the blonde,a little.
"Whatever" I said while walking past him. He didn't had the urge to scowl the other male right now.
In class he sat down on his usual seat. Not long after his arrival his lesson started.
But the males focus lacked on the lesson because he couldn't keep his eyes of the boy two seats afar from him who robbed his attention.
The end of the lessons that the teenager desired to, ended soon enough making him feel relieved that the teachers didn't ask him of anything. Because If they did he would not know what to answer.
Again, he felt his eyes wander to the boy.
I hate him
I hate the way he fake smiles when someone jokes around him
I hate his stupid green hair
I hate the way his body tenses when someone complements him
I hate the way he makes him feel
I hate the way he turned out to be, so openly with new people with no judgement in his eyes
I hate all those things and more
But in the end I hate the fact that I doesn't hate him at all
It was him
Izuku Midoriya.
The boy that makes him throw up the whole night
He didn't realise how someone else approached his childhood friend.
Shoto Todoroki, the son of a well known hero and classmate.
Oh, how he hated that boy.
Izuku ran up to him with this precious smile he had given his closest friends since they were kids. A pity that Katsuki wasn't the only one seeing it.
A stabbing pain fell into my chest, which almost made me fall down. Luckily, there was a wall to which I could hold on nearby. He felt the blood rose with the flowers I hated so much but found so beautiful at the same time.
Trying not to course any attention I rushed into the bathroom, quickly hiding himself in the cabin.
Beautiful roses fell onto the ground making the blonde cough. His mouth covered with blood. Trembling, I tried to wipe the blood from my mouth. Meanwhile the pain I was delivered to stapbbed me in the chest.
God, he hated that illness. He hated it so much that he would kill himself just for it to be gone.
the flowers growing in my lungs
I'll rip them out for you
decayed heartbreak etched into my wounded skin
I'm out in the open
But I can't stop choking the thorns are making me bleed out
yet I'm just a toy he forgot about
The flowers growing in my lungs are forming into a bouquet a bouquet of unsayed "I love you's"
I hope I did not make to much mistakes. Anyways thank you for reading my story. It means so much to me. Till the next part xx
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Hanahaki Disease Bakudeku
FanficBakugou acts tough all the time, the fear of rejection builds up his pride. His plan to lead a life that is not as how he really desires it, however, goes wrong when Katsuki got an illness and now had to decide whether to confess his feelings or to...
