Tiny Kisses & Quiet Confessions

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Katsuki practically trips and slams into the bathroom door, breath ragged as sweat pools in his palms. Vision blurry, he quickly steps into the bathroom and closes the door quietly; careful, as to not wake up Izuku—who was fast asleep in their bed.

Katsuki's face snaps to the mirror, muscles tensed up; straining, aching. His eyes are wide, unbrushed bed hair spikier than usual.

"Fuck," he gasps out, staring down at the flower sprouting out of the skin of his arm.

The fact a flower was sprouting out of his skin wasn't news to Katsuki—ever since a new, non-fatal virus practically infected the entire world's population, everyone has had harmless flowers sprout from their skin. It's almost impossible to pluck them off you; you have to wait for the flower to wilt and fall off on its own.

Of course, scientists from all over had proceeded to conduct intensive research on the flowers. They found that the kind of flower that sprouts out has nothing to do with genetics; if two parents who tend to have red roses on their skin have a child, the child's sprouted flower can be a cherry blossom. It was also concluded that any one person would only sprout one flower at a time; the time frame between a flower wilting and falling off, and another flower sprouting, is also random. The scientists didn't find much else they could completely confirm with controlled experiments.

Mainly because the flowers predict the future.

It started with a couple in Italy that had been attempting to have a child for several years and failing, only to be told by a doctor that it's likely one of them was infertile. The couple was obviously heartbroken from this but went about their lives.

One day, the woman woke up and found a carnation sprouting from her arm. She didn't think much of it at first, finding it pretty before going about her day. A couple days passed, and the woman began experiencing nausea, fatigue, and a highly increased need to go to the bathroom. After complaining about her sickness to her sister, she suggested that the woman may be pregnant. The woman insisted there was no way, but the sister urged her to take a test and bought one for her.

The woman took it, and she tested positive.

She took two more at-home tests and went to the clinic to get tested—they all tested positive. The sister commented about the unlikely coincidence of the woman sprouting a carnation, since they symbolize motherhood. The woman agreed with the pleasantly unexpected coincidence, then didn't think much of it anymore when the carnation wilted and fell off.

A couple months into the woman's pregnancy, a mimosa sprouted out the woman's arm. She was fairly familiar with the flower; it had a history with Italian feminists to being the official flower for International Women's Day.

On one of her regular visits to her sister, the sister joked about how the flower is probably trying to tell the woman that the baby will be a girl.

The woman's next check up appointment was going to be when the doctor informs her of the gender of the baby. The woman decided to bring her sister with her, along with her husband. After the initial check-up, the doctor confirmed that the couple was having a baby girl. Almost as soon as the doctor informed them of the baby's gender, the mimosa wilted and fell off the woman's arm. After that, a daffodil quickly sprouted from the woman's arm.

The sister quickly looked up the symbolism behind daffodils, finding that they symbolize spring, new beginnings, and birth. The sister then declared it must mean the woman will give birth in the spring. The woman dismissed this since the baby was due around the first week of April, therefore being born in the spring regardless.

A couple months later, the woman went into labor and gave birth to a healthy baby girl with no complications. While the woman was still at the hospital, she asked her husband to turn on the TV. It opened up to a news station discussing the Spring Equinox, which is considered to be the first day of astronomical spring.