Momojirou Oneshots!

Pretty flowers for a pretty girl pt 2

Angst

Death

AN:

I was trying to find some good fics but I couldn't, so now I'm writing this again because I got a random burst of motivation. Enjoy!

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It had been a week since Momo discovered she had Hanahaki Disease. She hadn't told anyone for fear of her predicament spreading around the school through gossip. She'd been trying her best to avoid Jiro, but it was hard, considering she was her best friend.

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Momo walked the halls of UA, her hair in her usual ponytail. To others, she looked normal, but to Jiro, something was wrong. Momo could feel Jiro's eyes on her and she coughed, covering her mouth with her hand to stop any blood or petals from showing.

Jiro walked up to her, a sad look on her face. Momo grimaced and kept her head pointed down.

"Yaomomo. Can we talk?" Jiro asked, trying to catch up to her long strides. Momo walked faster.

"Yaomomo please." Jiro said, concern laced in her voice. Momo slowed and Jiro caught up to her.

"Yes Jiro?" Momo softly asked, her head still tilted down. Jiro placed a hand on her chin to lift her face. They made eye contact. Momo could feel flowers rise in her throat.

"Have you been avoiding me, Yaomomo?" Jiro asked. Momo averted her gaze.

"Yes." She said shamefully, knowing Jiro already knew. Jiro sharply inhaled and Momo looked at her again. Jiro looked like she was going to cry. Suddenly, Momo felt awful for the girl. She never thought about how she would feel when she started avoiding her.

"Why?" Jiro whispered, trying not to choke on her words. Momo tilted her head down. She couldn't tell her the truth. No one could know.

"I-" She started, her voice catching in her throat. She felt the flowers rise in her throat. Her eyes widened with panic, Jiro would definitely know what was going on if flowers fell from her mouth.

"I don't want to be around you, please leave me alone." Momo said quickly. A look of hurt crossed Jiro's face. Momo very quickly turned and walked away, trying to hide her tears.

Once she was out of sight from Jiro, her tears flowed as she raced to the bathroom. She leaned over the toilet and vomited flowers. Petals, stems, buds, everything was there. Momo leaned back, wiping blood from her mouth. She heard a sob behind her. Momo's eyes widened and she snapped her head to see who was there.

"Yaomomo!" Jiro cried dropping to the ground to hug her friend. Momo could see her eyes were wet with tears and her lip was quivering. Jiro wrapped her arms tightly around Momo and sobbed while the taller girl winced from pain as her friend squeezed her.

"Wh- who, Yaomomo?" Jiro asked, sobs caught in her throat as she pulled away from Momo. The tall girl sharply inhaled, not saying a word. Jiro's face was red and wet.

"Yaomomo who?" She cried, her voice desperate. "Please." She begged. Momo felt more tears form in her eyes.

"I- I can't." Momo said, choking on her words. Jiro cried.