𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥.
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bakugo katsuki. a strong, hot tempered, kick-ass boy. known to be confident and willing to beat anyone down. no one would have ever guessed that he was dying from the hanahaki disease.
dying...
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"C'MON BAKUGO! wake up!"
bakugo groaned as the annoying red head shook him awake.
"i'm up! i'm up, goddammit!" he shouted and he raised his head to see shark week aka kirishima smiling at him. the damn boy seemed to not want to leave bakugo alone and secretly, bakugo was glad because he was slowly losing you and he needed someone to keep him company before he..you know..
died.
bakugo heard a giggle and side glanced to see you laughing beside deku. he sat up feeling sick again and turned back to those worried crimson eyes. he clenched his hand as he heard your laugh echo in his head and ran out of the room.
you watched as Kirishima ran after bakugo, a pang hitting your heart. bakugo seemed to completely ignore you after the practice battles. you had gotton closer to midoriya, but you missed your friend.
"a-are you okay?" you turned to see izuku staring at you. you blushed as you met his gaze and brushed the feeling away.
"I-im fine! anyways what were we talking about?" you asked.
"..I-I have a question.." he whispered. you sent the green boy a soft smile.
"go ahead! shoot!"
"d-do you like kacchan or something?" he asked. you took in a sharp breath as he asked you that. you don't know why you were so taken aback by that question. you hesitated before replying.
"k-kacchan?! n-no way!" you choked out. izuku nodded to himself before sending you a smile.
meanwhile, bakugo was puking his guts out in the bathroom. he paled as he felt something get clogged in his this throat. he slowly stuck his hand into his mouth and began to tug on what was stuck, flinching as it scraped the inside of this throat.
he let out a small gasp as he pulled out a bloody stick of wood.
"oh my god.." someone whispered. bakugo turned and saw Kirishima behind him with wide eyes. bakugo dropped the stick into the toilet and quickly flushed away the stick and flowers. but of course, it was too late. kirishima already knew.
"y-you better not tell anyone about th-" bakugo stopped as a sudden warmth enveloped him. kirishima had pulled him in for a tight hug and bakugo never felt so weak in his life.
"I wont.." Kirishima whispered and bakugo let out a small sigh of relief.
"you can let go shitty hair. i'm fine" bakugo said quietly.
"no! no you're not!" Kirishima yelled. bakugo flinched as the red hair raised his voice. he never heard the kirishima yell, but right now he sounded pissed.
"you're not okay, goddammit bakugo! I can't believe you didn't tell me what was going on with you! we're friends! i thought you knew that!"
"shitty hair ca-"
"friends are supposed to tell each other everything! were you not going to tell me about this! that you were fucking dying!"
bakugo went silent and Kirishima quickly grabbed ahold of himself before talking again.
"how long..?"
"..maybe three or four weeks..?" Kirishima felt tears well up in his eyes before patting bakugo's back.
"who is it..? who's doing this to you?" Kirishima asked shakily. he looked into bakugo's eyes and he already knew who it was. he knew it was you bakugo liked.
