Kamisero ~ Hanahaki

~Three~ Sickness of love

Kaminari had fallen asleep looking at his hands. The freckles unbearable because of a stupid colour. His mind was chaos. He was hurting both mentally and physically. He layed a hand on his forehead and groaned. His forehead was burning. It was so hot that he would almost make a stupid joke about it.

He giggled. Nobody could see him anyway. It was a stupidly cute laugh that he wouldn't ever admit he had.

"Hey-" Kaminari flinched- "It's me, Sero.

"Get up, we don't wanna be late." Sero was at the other side of the door, yelling for Kaminari to get out of bed. This was quite normal because if he wouldn't, Kaminari wouldn't actually get up.

"Wait, Sero! Come in. The door's open." Kaminari said, loud enough to hear at the other side of the door. It creaked open slightly and Sero came through, trying to be as quiet as possible. He closed it softly without any sound and walked over inaudibly. He sat next to Kaminari who was laying down. He knew something was wrong.

"You okay buddy?" He asked. Kaminari closed his eyes, sinking his head back to his pillow. "I'll take that as a no." Sero was actually right about that. Kaminari laid his right elbow over his eyes, waking up slightly. 

"I think I might be sick..." Kaminari didn't have to say anything else. Sero could now recognise when anyone in the bakusquad was sick, he learned that from Mina. He felt Kaminari's forehead. 

He almost could feel the petals in his lungs. "Dude. I agree. You're definitely sick." Kaminari removed his elbow and looked at him with a 'no shit Sherlock' face. Sero smiled. "I'll go and tell Aizawa. He'll send recovery-girl or someone to look after you." Kaminari looked at him gratefully, a tiny smile lingering on his lips.

Soon after Sero left. The freckled boy couldn't help but feel lonely. His throat felt dry and he knew what was coming. He threw the sheets off of his body and moved to sit up. He got nauseous just from that. If he would stand up now, he would fall back down again. He coughed. 

The feeling was almost gone when he finally stood up. The walk to the personal bathroom was painful, and painfully slow. He was coughing so much and could feel the blood on his hands. His other hand was betraying him. He was shaking so much that grabbing the door handel was an impossible task. 

When he could open it he rushed inside. Cough after cough he couldn't breath. Black spots in his vision as he blinked the tears away. It was horrifying, the sobs that came with the pain lingering in his throat, giving an unsatisfying feeling made him felt like he was going insane. The pain was horrible yet weirdly comforting at the same time. 

"S... Sero..." He passed out. Light fading from his vision. Last thing he heard was his head hitting the floor. He could almost smell the sweet aroma of the flowers.