He doubled over. The bell had just rung for the lunch hour and Kastuki had felt especially queasy since during the class before. He ducked into a empty hall way, beginning to hack and cough like a sick chihuahua. It was violent enough to the point where he let small tears fall in spite of a horrible feeling in his guts. It had been this way since the day after the sports festival.
He honestly couldn't remember much other then his reluctance to accept his winning place, and bits and pieces from the Calvary battle. Little snippets of this girl flew through his mind. She had been on the staple jerk of clas 1-b's team, he had gone over for awhile to aggravate him. She had raised her hand to punch him in the leg, which looked like it hurt like a bitch. But fuck, he could ever think it would compare to this pain.
"Shitty cough!" He muttered to himself. Again, he started to hack and cough and generally suffer through whatever the hell was going on. Katsuki reluctantly stood up, slowly making his way to the janitors closet. Her (E/C) eyes, Her (Descriptor) hero costume. Why the hell was he-
"Fuck!" He choked in between rasps of recovering breaths. He threw his head back against the wall and balled up his fists. Something was on his skin? He snapped his head back in agony, looking at the palms of his hands. (Favorite/Rose/Colored) petals in his hands. It was only about two, he rubbed them between his fingers.
He threw his head back once more, groaning from pain. He fell off his perched feet onto his knees, beginning to cough up what look to be a rose. It was (f/r/c), some of the petal with small thorns stuck into them. He gripped his stomach. He tightened his hands around them, the thorns prodding his hands with the sharp points. He crushed them, petals falling underneath the bottom of the door, blood trickling down his hands, the strangely large thorns stuck 1/3 in his palms. All he could do was stare.
Distance murmuring filled the halls, something close to the chatter of a class of students. Katsuki stumbled.
"Hey! Look!" A voice said, dangerously close to the door, he saw a light shadow go to pick up one of the petals.
He heard them turn it in their hands, "This looks like a (Favorite/Rose) petal!"
"Really?" Another voice replied. After that they seemed to get farther away. It was the voices favorite rose, huh. Katsuki got up, picking one of the petals off of the floor for pocketing. Walking out the door he mental cursed himself. How could he be so weak? He flipped the petal in his hand, returning to class right on time.
He sat down just a few seconds before the bell arrived. The feeling started to swell up in his chest again. He tried holding it in, he just couldn't. He started to bark fiercely, barely letting the petals escape into his hand.
One or two sat in his clamped fist, "Go to Recovery Girl" Mr. Aiwaza said, lazily pointing to the door. He stood up with a Tch, slamming the door behind him.
"What the problem dear?" The woman queried with a smile. Petals started to fall from his mouth again, in large amounts. His hand had tried to cover his mouth in a desperate attempt to stop them from flowing, but it was no use. They slipped between the cracks of his fingers vigorously, falling to the ground.
"Oh dear," she said with a frown. Guiding him
Over to one of the bed, sitting him down onto the side. Pulling out a stethoscope she went behind him, placing the cold metal on his back.
"In and out, slowly." He took air in shakily, breathing it out as accurately as he could. She shook her head.
"You'll have to go home for the day," she said solemnly, "but I can let you go on your own, I dot. Want you to overexert yourself."
"Ma'am," a voice behind the curtain stuttered, the were covered in ash and slight burn marks.
"Our class is done... support class 1..." They said with a raspy voice.
She let out a sigh, removing herself from her seat.
"Please stay here." With that, she had let the scene. A few minutes later she returned. A (Your/Height) figure following behind, the one from the sport festival. She twisted her (Hair/Length) (Hair/Color) hair into loops.
"This is (Y/n), she offered to take you home." He was livid. Katsuki quickly stood up, walking out of the room his self.
Dammit! She was the last person he wanted to see! One he got out of the sight of the school building, he ran. It was so... unlike him, but it hurt to much to be anything but hurt himself.
Fuck, he thought, He needed to get rid of this dammed disease.
"Damned woman!" He shouted as he unlocked the door to his house. Katsuki hated that he actually went home. He was on the road to becoming a hero, how in the hell did he fall in love with a girl he has only seen a total of one time.
||A/N: yo, so recently, I've seen this "author-chan" n I was like fuck y'all. If I wanna be cringy n have fun the I fucking will. So now I'm author-chan motherfuckers.
Word count- 887
Media- Anime; Boku no Hero Academia
Character- Bakugo Katsuki||
