Hanahaki Angst || MomoJiro ||

Sickening

Jiro's POV

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I walk towards class, just keep walking forward. I have this weird feeling like someone is watching me, just brush it off. I get to class, the giant door standing ahead of me. I enter, closing the door behind me, going to my seat. No giant guy in front of my seat, or a sleeping man in front of class. The chalkboard in front with the writing of the previous class badly cleaned. Who cleaned it? Kaminari or something? Stop getting distracted, I grab my bag and open it. I grab my phone and a slip of paper.

Should I really do it? All I need to do is show up, and it'll all be over. Momo will still be my friend, she won't disappear or anything, so why am I so scared? I turn on my phone, open the slip of paper, and type in the number. It rings a few times, and then the other line picks up.

"Oh, hello Ms. Jiro. I'm surprised you called at this time. Would you like anything?" The doctor from previously.

"Um, yeah. I'm gonna visit afterschool, I'm unsure if I want to do it yet, but I'm coming anyway," I say. I'm nervous, I go to say something but someone opens the door. "Oh, I have to go. I'll call later." Ending the call and turning around. Bakugo.. He glares at me, but for some reason he doesn't look scary, he looks more... sick. He's pale and covering his mouth, he looks tired and there's something red dripping from his hand. Something with a foul stench, something like..

Blood.

I run up to him, dropping the paper and leaving my phone on the table. "Bakugo! Are you ok? What happened?"

He stares at me, "Tch, it's none of.. your business. Leave me alone." His voice is quiet, and muffled from his hand. He walks past me, towards his seat. Why would he be bleeding? It reminds me of the night Todoroki and Momo said they were dating, when it started. Midoriya looked in pain. along as me. No one else looked sick or in pain, unless they weren't there.

"Bakugo! The night Todoroki and Momo said they were dating, you were in your room! I assumed you were sleeping but something else was happening right. That entire day you looked off. You have it too right?" I said it all so quick, I couldn't understand myself. Bakugo stares at me, and chuckles.

"Heh, you should've kept to yourself." He puts his hand down, and it's sickening. The petals he was trying to keep in his mouth all fall, blood dripping down his face.

My eyes widen, "You absolute idiot! I'm going to get help, don't you dare move!" I run out the room. I look around and I just scream, "Anyone! Help! Call the ambulance, get someone!" I see Momo down the hall, very far away with a guy with multi color hair, Todoroki. Shit, not now! I don't need this, I need to help Bakugo. I feel sick, it's hard to breathe. Help. Help! Help please! Help Bakugo, help me, just help. No one is going to help, it's lunch, no one is going to be in the halls.

Everything is going so quick, but also too slow. I hear something slump back, looking behind me. Bakugo collapsed on his chair, head against the window. Fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck. "FUCK! Someone help, please." Tears forming, while stained petals are filling up my lungs. I hear footsteps, fast ones. I try calling for help, but I can't breathe. Shit. I take a step forward, but for some reason I go down.

I hear something before I fall. "What's going on here? Jiro san! Kacchan!"

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Momo's POV

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Kyoka walks further and further, and I slowly follow her. She enters the class, and it's quiet for a bit. I walk closer, so I can maybe see or hear what's happening. What am I doing? As I think, I hear a phone ringing, then it picks up. Someone is talking, it's hard to hear though. "Um yeah.  I'm gonna visit afterschool, I'm unsure if I want to do it yet, but I'm coming anyway." Kyoka! I try and listen more but I see Bakugo , I should go.