Fallen Petals and Stolen Kisses (A hanahaki Story)

Green as Jealousy

Midoriya

I HATE Denki Kaminari.

No I'm not being dramatic.

That boy just grates on my nerves!

I'm not jealous. Okay maybe a little jealous but who can blame me!

That boy befriended Bakugo, The boy who I had been trying to be friends with since forever, with ease! He could call him Kacchan to and that irked me.

It's not just the Bakugo thing though. If it was just that id understand why I'd sound dramatic. The boy has great pro hero parents. He probably didn't even have to work to get into this school! He even has an insanely strong quirk that he refuses to appreciate.

If he had just learned to control it, I know I would've, and actually appreciated it. I probably wouldn't have any beef with him.

Jealousy consumed me. Just as it has for every friend Bakugo has ever had. It's like that hateful emotion eats away at my organs. I embrace it though. Welcoming it instead of insecurity.

He has an awesome dad and a great mom and people love him.

I want that.

He wants Shinsou and Monoma, the greedy bastard.

I'll take that.

No one will believe the kid if he says anything. The ugly blond will be accused of lying as soon as my eyes start to water with crocodile tears.

I chuckle.

I could easily turn most of the class against him. After all I'm just poor innocent Izuku.

He won't stand a chance.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts by loud talking and then someone lowly mumbling hush.

I look up and see a stumbling Denki and an Ojiro barely holding the squirming boy up.

"Ojiro is everything okay?" I ask with false genuineness. As I get closer, I can smell alcohol coming off in waves from Denki. "Oh wow, He's certainly been drinking. Want me to take him off your hands? I'll take care of him in my dorm, maybe get him some Advil and some greasy food."

Denki tenses at the suggestion, his body almost ridgid. A stark contrast from his earlier squirming.

"No thanks Izuku. I've got him covered." Ojiro responds tiredly. His eyes narrow on me. Almost glaring as he notices Denkis change.

"You sure you don't need help? I needed to talk to Kami anyway."

"No I don't need help." He says it in a tone that screams finality.

"Fine, fine. Didn't mean to push it. If you need anything you know where my dorm is." I head to my dorm, walking past the boys and I scowl as soon as Ojiro can't see me. Denki let's out a relieved breath as I turn the corner.

That bitch will get what's coming for him. He'll learn he doesn't deserve what he has, I do.

And I can't wait to watch him break.

Sero

I lay in bed staring at the ceiling. It's 1:41 and I should be asleep but I can't. Something isn't right.

A soft knock comes from my door and I hear a hesitant manly voice.

"Hanta?"

I get up and open the door revealing a clearly drunk Kaminari and an exhausted Ojiro. Kaminari rushes over to me and hugs me tightly with a giggle before taking a step back and frowning.

"Why are we here? Sero and I aren't friends anymore." He pouts as he slurs the words.

"The hell happened?" I ask. It's not accusatory just questioning.

"He was knocking at my door looking for Monoma. He called me pretty. He's drunk as hell." Ojiro quickly explains.

"Who got him so drunk?" Was what i asked but really what I was thinking was: Who got him to drink? Kaminari never drank or smoked for that matter because of his father who's raging and abusive when drunk, or as far as I know anyway.

He's terrified he'll be just like his father.

He's terrified of getting addicted.

"I have my suspicious but no proof." Ojiro sighs and hands me Denkis phone. "I bet you can figure it out from that. Do you mind taking him for the night? I know you guys had a disagreement but no one else that's awake will. At least that I trust."

"Of course." I take Denkis hand and lead the willing blond inside before returning to the door.

Ojiro opens his mouth as if to say something before closing it and sighing.

"Night." He starts walking away but stops after a few paces. He turns. "Text me tomorrow, You have my number. Give me an update on how sparky is doing."

"Will do." I nod and he nods back before continuing to walk down the hall. Before he turns the corner I call out. "Mishirao!"

He turns, his head tilted as if questioning what I needed.

"Thank you for taking care of Denki. I really appreciate you." I say with the utmost sincerity.  He turns quickly with a small nod but not quick enough to hide his growing blush. I chuckle and head inside. Resigning myself to figuring out what the hell is up with the blond.

Hello lovelies! Thank you all for the love and support! As promised I have updated.
And as much as I wanted to continue this chapter, making it longer, I feel like I'm about to pass out from exhaustion.
Hope you enjoyed anyway.

-Love Saturn