my hero academia one shots

roses - bakudeku angst

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6 months left. 

white roses symbolise purity, youthfulness, and innocence. 

not exactly the words that come to mind when you think of hot-headed katsuki bakugo, every part of him reflecting his temperamental personality. from piercing crimson eyes to spikes in platinum blonde hair, he's not the epitome of the flower.

yet here he was, bent over with his hand clasped over his mouth, wheezing, choking, and finally spitting out that very flower.

white roses, tips dyed red with his own blood. he laughed at the irony of it all, crushing the stupid flower in his palm. even in his misery, he couldn't escape from that bastard todoroki, with his cursed red-white hair that seemed to appear in every aspect of his life. 

todoroki, who had taken away the one boy katsuki had ever loved. 

it'd been a couple months since it first begun, the coughing. he still remembered the first incident, clear as a day. 

the first time he saw his izuku, holding hands with another. he remembered the pang of hurt shooting through him, the jealousy tearing apart his chest, seeping into every cell of his body. it was just a cough back then, but he knew what was awaiting. 

its not like he only found out he loved izuku when he found out he was dating todoroki and it was too late. 

he'd known.

he'd always, always known. 

but love is a mysterious thing. for most, the more it bubbles, the stronger it gets. but for some, as it gets stronger, fear begins to blister through. and the only way katsuki knew how to deal with the first thing he had ever feared, was to run.

so running is what he did. he ran, he ran, and he ran as fast as hell. he pushed izuku away as hard as he could, breaking himself a little bit more each time he did, but still convinced he could get away.

but he could never, ever outrun his own heart, could he? it felt like karma, when izuku showed up to u.a. it felt like the universe was laughing at him, rubbing salt into his many, many wounds. 

he knew it was karma, when he saw the scarred, lined hand he loved intertwined with another.

because he sure as hell did not have the privilege to come to terms and love like some part of him always wanted to. he did not have the right to finally accept his love, after so many years of hurting, of tearing down, of kicking and throwing stones at that poor boy. 

it was funny though. when they were younger. izuku always used to say his favourite flowers were red roses, because they were the "same colour as kacchan's eyes!" 

things changed,

and katsuki had no one but himself to blame 

so here he sat, hacking flowers the colour of todoroki's hair into his palm, knowing that these flowers, these beautiful, clean, pristine white flowers tainted with his blood, were offcial proclaimation of his forever unrequited love.

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4 months left. 

months had gone by

and katsuki bakugo was many things, but by no means an idiot.

so why had he not told anyone that he was dying?

rat the rate he was going, with petals carpeting the innerwalls of his lungs,