Flowers of Failed Feelings {MomoJirou}

Where's My Normality?

Momo's POV:
I could feel my chest tighten as I paced my room. I started throwing up purple petals into my hands. This was the third time today.

I don't love her. I don't love her. I don't love her. She's just a friend I admire. I don't have any romantic feelings for her. I'm straight, and I'm dating Todoroki. I do not love her!

The repition of the words in my head only sped up the flowers forming in my throat. I heard a knock on the door, and I wiped away the blood dripping down my chin. I quickly disposed of the purple petals in my hands.

I opened the door to the red and white haired boy holding a bouquet of flowers. The irony.

"Hey, Momo."

"Todoroki...to whom do I owe the pleasure?" I said sarcastically.

"Look, I don't want to be here either, but my father instructed me to give you these."

He handed me the flowers, and I swiftly tossed them into the trash.

He giggled, "Fair. Can I come inside?"

I opened the door, so he could slip inside. He sat on my bed and crossed his arms, resting them on his thighs.

"Are you feeling alright?"

"Besides being forced to date you, I'd say I'm doing pretty well."

"No, I'm talking about the way you rushed out of class today."

"I just had to use the restroom."

He looked at me suspiciously, and I raised my brow at him. He slowly got up and walked closer to me. He grabbed my arm and looked at it closer.

"Is that blood on your sleeve?"

I pulled my arm away from him and looked at my sleeve.

"I think it's just ketchup," I replied nonchalantly.

Surprisingly, he seemed satisfied with my answer, "Well I just wanted to check in on you;  I'll be on my way then."

I replied with a simple nod.

He opened the door to Jirou, who looked like she was just about to knock.

"Sorry, am I interrupting something?"

"No, no you're not," I answered, practically pushing Todoroki out of my room. "Do you need something?"

"I just wanted to return your notes," she quickly handed them to me and ran off.

I was slightly confused by her quick departure, but didn't think too much of it. I collapsed onto my bed, putting my arm over my eyes.

Todoroki's parents and my own parents were forcing us to date. They had already arranged a marriage for us when we turned 21. I opposed the idea, but my parents said I had no say in it. They were hooking us up for a quirk marriage, so that we could produce offspring with strong quirks. I don't love him, and he doesn't love me. I think it's fucking insane, but I'm powerless in this situation.

My hanahaki disease started three weeks ago, and it's progressively getting worse. I keep throwing up purple flowers, but I'm not in love with Jirou. First I considered if the flowers were for Shinsou(although I barely know him) or Mineta(The flowers wouldn't kill me, I would, if this were true). But it was the strong urges to throw up when I hung out with Jirou that confirmed the hanahaki was, indeed, for her. There must be something else wrong with me or something, because she's just my best friend.

Jirou's POV:
I was standing at Momo's door, while fiddling with my jacks. I decided I should just confess to her and get it over with. I knew she would reject me, but I needed to move past this. The faster I could get this over with, the faster I could get over her. I prepared a plan B if I couldn't do it. As I was about to knock on the door, it opened, and Todoroki and Momo were right there. After seeing the pair, my confidence was instantly drained along with my resistance to utilize Plan B.

"Sorry, am I interrupting something?"

I suddenly felt the urge to cough just standing in their presence.

"No, no you're not."

"I just wanted to return your notes," I just handed her the notebook and left.

 I rushed to my room, which is where I would throw up some more petals into my hands.

No one's POV:
Both Jirou and Momo lied in their beds restless. They both thought to themselves, "I'm going to die."