Kamisero ~ Hanahaki

~One~ The beginning of love

In the bathroom, above the sink. Kaminari was hanging over the bloodied sink that was covered with some flower petals.

"Oh fuck no.

"Not now. please, I have different things on my mi-" He started coughing again.

He was hanging out with the Bakusquad in Sero's room and talking to the guy when he suddenly got a feeling of nausea come over him. He had almost ran to Sero's bathroom when he started coughing, knowing what was happening.

Hanahaki. 

He had heard of it before. 

If he had caught on to it now it meant that he fell in love, but that person didn't love him back. When this would happen, a flower grows in your lungs and sheds petals every time you think about that person or would interact with them.

"But who?- Oh wait no. That's what that feeling was?" Kaminari realised he had fallen in love with his best friend, who clearly didn't love him back. "Shit..."

He had already been crying from all the coughing, but these tears weren't from that. 

Meanwhile, the rest of the squad was worried sick about him, even Bakugo wasn't too comfortable. Sero immedatly ran after him when it happened, only to be shut out by a door slammed in his face.

"Kaminari? Are you okay in there? Should I get Aizawa?" Sero said. Kaminari nodded, but realised Sero couldn't see him.

"Y-yeah, that'd be great..." He said. He heard footsteps walking away from the bathroom and a different door closing. "He's gone...

"Should've expected that..." Another petal rolled of of his tongue, into the sink. 

"Yo Kami, should we be worried? Sero just ran of." That was Kirishima.

"I'm alright, he's getting Aizawa." He coughed again.

After a minute or two Sero had gotten a worried yet grumpy Aizawa who was currently already talking to Kaminari.

"Hanahaki, isn't it?" Kaminari said. Aizawa nodded, his hand on his neck, seemingly uncomfortable.

"Do you know who it's about? It could help." Aizawa didn't have his usual non-caring expression, he almost looked like a worried father.

"I-I... It's Sero..." He stammered. The teacher didn't even flinch and put a hand on Kaminari's back. (I'm so tempted to just put 'That's rough buddy' There. Damn it I won't do it!) 

"I wish I could do something about it but there really isn't anything... That could... except surgery..." Aizawa sighed, "But, do you even want to get rid of it?"

Now that Kaminari thought of it he wasn't sure. I mean, one-sided love isn't fun but something about the petals felt so... Natural to him. The coughing was so painful yet he couldn't help but feel something other than pain while it happened. "I guess...

"I think I'll live with it for now. See how much worse it gets or if it goes away." He awnsered. Aizawa nodded, he understood.

While Aizawa left and explained what he was told to the other guys and Mina, Kaminari looked in the sink. Small flower petals in yellow, orange, purple, blue even red were there in the sink. Most of them where covered in blood, but there were a few that had nothing of the sort on them.

Kaminari grabbed a paper towel and started throwing them out of the sink into the bin. It seemed so satisfying to do that.