A reason for living

A donor's chores

April 2nd, Monday

Almost two years have passed since the day I got diagnosed. Fortunately, I was able to finish school without a lot of complications, but I was declined in my college application. They said I have to focus on my recovery and that it's not worth taking part in lectures, since I won't be there often. I had a remission once and it made me glad, but then the leukemia cells formed again and I collapsed during work. My relapse began two months ago and I'm back to spending more time in the hospital than at home. I have to take my study stuff with me to practice and my boss keeps giving me more money, because he pities me.

The things I learned during these almost two years, is that I don't need anyone to be next to me. I had a couple people donating me their cells and blood. It only happened a couple times and with complications, since I need a perfect match in order to have everything working fine. These donors never really liked me though, thought I was rude and disrespectful and only did it for the money. My parents contacted me from time to time and it was hard for me to act like everything was okay. They only called to know how much money I need. Asking how I feel was never the question, asking what I'm doing, how life is, if I have friends, a girlfriend or whatever.. But it's okay, they wouldn't care a lot anyway.

It's Monday and I'm in the hospital since Saturday, waiting for a bone marrow aspiration date, where the doctors take bone marrow from a donor and give it to me. It's a very painful procedure and I've only been able to have it once. The door knocks and I slowly stop drawing my new interior designs. When it opens, Uraraka comes inside the room, happy as always. I knit my eyebrows and stretch my bottom lip out, annoyed by her appearance.

„Bakugou! I have- big news! Like crazy big news!" She shouts clapping her hands. I press my eyes together, then look at her, demanding her to stop clapping like an idiot. She shuts her lips, but keeps this sardonic smile on her for a few seconds, cheeks red.

„Don't tell me I get another remission.." I say opening my eyes wider, laying down my pencil.

„Not quite, I'm sorry." She answers raising her eyebrows. My ‚hope' vanishes while leaning my back against the pillows. „But we found a donor!"

„Great." I focus my sight on the designs I created and doodle around with my pen.

„Now comes the great news!"

„Just say it- oh my god. You know I hate surprises." I snap and pull my bottom lip out, doodling harder.

„You new donor signed a contract and plans to stay your donor for at least two months! It's like a miracle, because he's the perfect match for you! So not only bone marrow, but cells and blood too!" Uraraka starts jumping, her hair flying up and down, while I have none. But I can't decline that this really is a good message. But what kind of idiot signed these papers, thinking they're able to hold onto this more than twice?

„It's Kirishima!" Uraraka suddenly shouts and stretches her arms towards the door and a young man steps inside the room, waving with his hands, as if he won the olympics. I narrow my eyes and side-eye the nurse, while she's cheering this guy on.

„What is a Kirishima?" I ask mocking, then turn back to my papers.

„BRO!" The guy suddenly shouts and his hands fall down to his hips, disappointed. I look up, raising one eyebrow. „Wh- You don't remember me!?"

„Remember you? No, how could I?"

„We literally were together in middle school, Bakugou!" Only now I begin to examine his body and face. He's very tall, has wide shoulders and a terrible sense of style. He seems like he spends his whole life in the gym and eats pure protein for breakfast. His face looks soft, though it is defined with a strong jawline and crazy cheekbones, long, big red eyes with a scar over his right one, a few freckles and a big, wide smile. The most weird thing about him is his bright red hair, which he styled up and the suiting colored eyebrows. Who would die their hair in such a bright color? That's social suicide...