Kamisero ~ Hanahaki

~Two~ Realisation of love

The sink now looked like there hadn't been any blood in the first place, well, except maybe that little spot, but that just wouldn't go away.  

Kaminari slowly and softly closed the door behind him. He looked around the room only to see his friends looking at him apologetically. 

"Kami-" 

"No Mina, I don't need your empathy, if I fell in love then I fell in love, nothing to do about it." Kaminari cut her off and snapped a bit at her. "I... I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that, it's just that I don't want to talk about it." He followed, lip trembling. Kaminari noticed that Sero was also looking at him, but he could see in Sero's eyes that he didn't know about his crush on him. He made a mental note to thank Aizawa for that.

"If you don't, let's watch a movie, that'd be fun, right?" Kirishima said, not too loud but loud enough so everyone could hear. 

They all went to the common room, Bakugo complaining the whole way, the only place with a TV, only to find Midoriya and Todoroki watching a movie. The squad decided not to get involved. They did have to drag Bakugo with them so he wouldn't throw a fight. 

Mina looked back at the two and Todoroki shot a thumbs up and a wink while he put his arm around Midoriya. Mina had to stop herself from squeeling. 

Since the group couldn't go and watch a movie Kirishima and Bakugou decided to go to their room, Mina followed to her own. Mina had thrown a wink at Kaminari. She definitely knew what was going on with him. He smiled.

Kaminari looked at Sero, he was about to enter his room. "Hey Sero, I'm going too."

"That's too bad... I'll see you tomorrow right?" Sero clamped his elbow in his hand, an awkward smile on his face. Kaminari almost felt his lungs fill up. He could just stutter out a little yes, and ran back to his room. 

He sat on his bed and felt around his mouth with his tongue, which had been a nervous habit. He could almost feel a little petal forming in his mouth, coming up like they had been before. He closed his eyes, put his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands, the palms resting on his lightning freckled cheeks. Nobody really noticed because of his pale skin, but he had small, glowing freckles all over his face, neck, shoulders, elbows and hands. They seemed like little sparks of lightning.

At night he would stare at them to fall asleep easier, but at this moment the yellow colour would only remind him of Sero. He rushed to his bathroom. 

Cough after cough he lost more and more of his breath, at last only coughing to get his breath back. When he finally got it back tears were rolling down his cheeks. Something about the pain was almost addictive. Love is a strange thing.