Bakugou x Toshiko Aimi/Aizawa (OC)

Hanahaki

Katsuki wasn't the best person in their class. Hell, he was known as the worst, but for some reason she found herself liking him. His yelling was loud but entertaining. His nicknames were stupid but there was a new one every time. And despite their known hate for one another, she found herself loving him in a sense. But that way of describing emotion felt too strong for a 16-year-old.

She found herself admiring his moves while training, his off-handed kindness, and the way he makes stupid jokes or compliments about her. She remembered these feelings growing since their first year at UA. He had definitely changed a lot since they were 15.

When she was 16 she started to cough up petals every once in a while. She didn't think much of it until recently when her throat was always hurting and the petals were bloody. Every time she saw him her throat itched. While they were watching him train she excused herself to the restroom, coughing up a flower, covered in blood. "Oh, my god..." Mina covered her mouth when she saw the bloody flower on the floor. Toshiko hadn't realized someone else was in there. "Toshiko...." She rushed over and hugged her, tears in her eyes.

"Hanahaki..? For who?" Toshiko flinched at a loud explosion outside, another flower coming up. Mina understood immediately. "You have to do something! Surgery? I'm sure we can help you pay!" "Mina, I can't risk that. I could lose my memories of him. Or even worse, my ability to love." Toshiko coughed up petals this time, covered in blood. Mina held her shoulders, making sure she was looking at her.

"Have you told sensei yet?" Toshiko shook her head. "Deku?" Another no. "Your family?" No no no. "We need to tell them! At least Aizawa Sensei! This could affect your hero's career! Your ability to use your quirk!" Toshiko didn't know how to feel now that someone else knew. Mina dragged her out of the bathroom and over to their teacher overseeing the training. Toshiko walked up to him, Mina was right behind her. "Dad..." Aizawa turned to her, knowing something bad had happened if she's addressing him like that during school.

"What did you do?" She sighed and took his hand, going back into the bathroom, pointing at the bloody flower wilting on the floor. Picking it up and twisting it in his hand, he recognized the white flower. "You?" Toshiko nodded, feeling more in her lungs. "Who is he?" She opened her mouth to respond, instead running to a trash can to cough up another. There was a thorn this time.

Mina almost screamed at the sight. Aizawa rushed over, holding her hair out of her face and rubbing her back. "In our class?" Toshiko nodded. "Blonde?" She nodded again. "Explosion quirk?" She sobbed, nodding once more. She sank to the ground sobbing as blood ran down from her mouth. Aizawa got down and hugged her, holding her tight. Mina went over, hugging her too.

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"I can't do this! I can't handle coughing at the thought of him!" The Deku squad hugged her in her dorm. She felt terrible that they were spending time making sure that she was okay. They should be focusing on their hero training, classes, and their own lives. Not hers. "You have to confess then!" "Surgery is always an option." "I can pay for it." Toshiko shook her head. The 50% chance of losing her ability to love was too big of a con for her.

She coughed frantically, blood and petals coming out of her mouth before a giant flower did, a stem following it. The thorns looked so painful. Mina walked in with Jirou and Yaoyorozu. "I tried to get the boys to come but they're playing video games." "They don't need to know." Yaoyorozu handed her a cup of tea, picked up the flower, and tossed it in the trash with the rest. Iida and Ochako sat at her desk, collecting the flowers and petals in a bag, everyone else holding her.

"We should tell him." "No!" She coughed up more petals. "He doesn't need to deal with it." "So then what? You refuse to tell him you like him and you refuse to get surgery. You can't just die!" She buried her head in her knees. Did she survive life this far just to die from some guy unknowingly filling her lungs with heartbreak flowers? She wanted to scream, yell, sob, but she was tired. If she could get rid of these feelings she could live, with no surgery, no confession. She just had to avoid him until they left.