Kamisero ~ Hanahaki

~Alternate ending~

This plays out in the bit where Kaminari confesses his feelings and after:

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"I-I like you, Sero. More than a friend, so much more!--" Kaminari coughed,-- "In fact, you could say I lo--" A violent cough interrupted him, a petal in his hand as he tried to find whatever it was but he couldn't stop speaking, rambling on about how much he loved the other, how perfect he was while blood was dripping down his skin. "-- I can't think of--" Cough,-- "anything else to say, rea--" Cough.

Kaminari fainted. 

Sero couldn't say anything. He was so in shock that he couldn't feel the tears streaming down his face. 

He took in a quivering breath of air, thinking of anything he could do. Then he realised.

It was him that caused his best friend's pain, his coughs, his hoarse voice, his... Everything that had been going on for the last week. 

Another thought entered his mind,

It was love that almost killed his friend. His best friend fell in love with him. He had no words to say. He didn't know what to do either. 

He sat down outside of the infermary, head in his hands, elbows on his knees. He was crying. He knew he couldn't do anything about it, but he felt so, so guilty. The image of the blood dripping down Kaminari's skin, the visible tear tracks on his cheeks. It was unbearable for Sero, who had started sobbing, uncaring about the looks he got from the people walking through the hallways. His best friend was suffering because of him. He wouldn't let that go.

Sero hadn't come out of his room for nearly a week after the incident. Kaminari his throat had been injured severely, and his lungs were full of the petals, but because he couldn't afford to get them surgically removed, he had been given medicine so he'd cough them all up, a few at a time. 

He felt so powerless. His friend wasn't dead, which was a relief. But since he was in critical condition he couldn't feel happy about the earlier statement. Nothing could, and at this point even Bakugo was worried.

Aizawa had tried to get him back to class, but he made a valid argument that he wouldn't be able to concentrate if he did since Kaminari his seat was a row in front of him. He would just break down again. Aizawa understood and didn't push any more onto him. 

One night Sero heard the news that his best friend had recovered a bit. He was able to talk and could sit up again. Of course Sero couldn't visit him. He'd only hurt him again. It was a mess in Sero's mind, he couldn't stop the thoughts for relief fighting against those which reminded him it was his fault he was in there anyway. 

The next morning Kaminari was released from the infirmary as everything seemed to be all right. He was smiling, going along with everybody normally. Sero just couldn't stand it. He seemed so... Normal... Like nothing had even happened. 

Of course Sero didn't know how Kaminari actually felt. 

His life wasn't like how it was before, it was way weirder then before. He felt broken, like he had lost a part of himself. That he didn't remember a lot of what happened before the flower-incident wasn't really helping. He didn't remember the name of the guy he had fallen in love with, but he was able to form an image of who it was. He was looking around the school campus, watching out for the image in his head. 

After a full day of looking for whoever it was, he was exhausted and returned to his room once more, but he wasn't in the mood for going to sleep. So he decided to go out on his balcony, stargazing. Since he hadn't realised how long he had been cooped up in his room it was surprisingly dark outside. 

He leaned with his back against the railing, trying to see the moon which was hiding at the side of the building. Looking a bit up he saw somebody else looking at the stars. Dark hair, troubled look on his face and just... looking sad. He wondered about who it was, since he couldn't see the boy's face. The dark haired boy was leaning on his own railing, arms half crossed, looking at nothing, or well, gazing out upon the sky. It was almost more intriguing than the stars themself.

The next day Sero decided he couldn't stay at school if he wasn't taking classes. The class was full and very rowdy. Mina was the first who spotted him and ran up to him, overwhelming him with questions about his health, if he was taking care of himself, his sleep, almost everything. She stopped in the middle of her sentence when she saw the stunned look on his face. 

Mina followed his gaze and it landed on Kaminari. 

"Oh, fuck, that's something, huh." She said, shutting up after Jirou smacked her head. Kirishima hugged him. Bakugo grabbed his wrist and dragged him out of the classroom. 

"Okay bitch. Now is not the time to be sad or anything. Look. He's fucking okay, now get over yourself," He took a long breath, "If you're blaming yourself there's no reason, you fuckstick." He yelled in Sero's face. In some weird way, Sero understood and nodded, wiping away the tears that had built up in his eyes without permission.  

When he opened his eyes he didn't see Bakugo, just the wall.

He felt a hand on his shoulder and a deep, tired voice said something,

"Welcome back, kid." "Now hurry up and get in there." Allmight and Aizawa were stood next to him. He hurried into the classroom, sitting down at his desk. Looking at Kaminari on his way. A soft smile accompanying his face.

The lessons went all right, but he was pretty tired when the break started so he went back to his dorm after he reported it to Aizawa, who understood. 

Meanwhile Kaminari was flabbergasted out of existence. He had spotted the one he remembered. 

"Hey Kirishima, who's that?" He pointed towards Sero, who was leaving the cafeteria. 

Kirishima looked kind of shocked, "What do you mean 'who's that?', that's your best friend Sero? Y'know, you've known him for..." Kirishima counted something on his fingers, "three years?" Kaminari didn't know what he heard. 

"T-the whatnow?" He said, voice quivering. He wasn't scared, just a little shocked.

"You don't remember Sero?!" Kirishima didn't know what to say, "Wait you really don't? Fuck..." He swore.

Kaminari sighed, he had forgotten somebody so important in his life. "I... I don't know who he is..." Kirishima's mouth could fit an entire brick in it now, and looked like he was ready to flip his shit. 

Sero returned to his room, lying down on his bed and thinking about everything that had happened in the last few weeks. That Kaminari hadn't said a word to him wasn't very comforting either. Just another thing he wondered about. Last night he thought watching the stars was a good way to fall asleep but he just ended up cold and a bit dizzy. Today he wanted to stay inside. He changed his clothes and went on to brush his teeth, rethinking about Kaminari, what did he really think of him? 

He coughed, spat out the toothpaste and coughed again, spit dribling down his chin. Again and again he coughed. He felt something in his throat, 

"Don't fucking tell me--" He coughed it up.

A small, yellow flower petal rested in his hand. "FU--" He coughed again, the feeling of not being able to breath rising, and becoming worse.  

He coughed and coughed and coughed again. After repeating that for... too long, he fainted. his mouth dry, blood dried up, and the flower petals smell as sweet as ever.