Bloody Bouquet : The King of Flowers

A petal falls

Bakugou woke up feeling like shit. Which is annoying because his body had absolutely no fucking right to feel like shit. A balanced meal plan, daily exercise, a healthy sleep schedule. Well mostly healthy. Bakugou was still a teenager...Which meant that he shouldn't wake up feeling like he was fucking stabbed in the chest by an angry midget.
"Jesus fucking Christ-" Bakugou muttered pulling himself off of his bed, " Fucking shitty hair doesn't fucking hit that hard"
Bakugou placed a hand over the bruise forming in the middle of his chest. Holy hell- if shitty hair was gonna start hitting like this Bakugou would have to put him in his place. The pain sharpened for a split second forcing Bakugou to inhale sharply, before it subsided almost completely. so quickly Bakugou could almost believe he had imagined the pain.
" that's the last time I go easy on him." Bakugou announced out loud as he stumbled to get his uniform out and get ready.

*~*

Bakugou had completely forgotten about the incident by the time training came around, switching into his training clothes, Kirishima flagged down Bakugou as a sparring partner. " Ay! Bakubro! Want to be my partner?"

"Yeah, sure whatever." Bakugou felt a vague pain in his chest but ignored it, this was not the fucking time to start complaining about bruises. So Bakugou ignored the pain and followed Kirishima towards the sand pit Aizawa had pointed too, half asleep.
Bakugou sank into an athletic stance arms up, waiting for Shitty hair to be ready.
Kirishima mirrored him, shifting his feet apart, and bending at the knees for balence, bringing his hands up in a boxer like stance. Bakugou waited for Kirishima to settle before sweeping his hands to the side and blasting forward toward him.
Kirishima  dropped low, hardening his shoulders and head as Bakugou launched forward.just as Bakugou was about to reach him he sprang up, slamming a hardened fist into Bakugou stomach. Bakugou's hand snapped down grabbing kirishima's wrist, setting off another explosion. The momentum of Bakugou pulled Kirishima back and he hit the ground hard. Bakugou swung himself around firmly pinning Kirishima  to the ground.
Bakugou waited a second, letting Kirishima catch his breathe from the fall. Normally that wouldn't have caught him off guard, Not even close but normally Bakugou didn't plan far enough ahead to use any tactic like that.
" you tricked me?" Kirishima asked, almost shocked.

" Well I'm not a fucking moron." Bakugou rumbled, his chest was hurting again as he stood up and pulled the red head to his feet. Kirishima gave him a grin of pure gold, or silver seeing as his teeth were so goddamn fucking white, Bakugou briefly considered what it would be like to always be the cuase of that smile. Briefly.
Bakugou sank into another athletic stance. Ignoring the pain right below his rib cage. Kirishima mirrored him. And the combat continued.

*~*

Two days later and Bakugou was starting to get worried . The pain in his chest and ribs was now a constant companion, and he was starting to develop a cough, along with wicked head aches whenever he woke up. If this kept up he'd have to go see recovery girl. And she'd probably treat it like he was dieing, instead of just sick. For fucks sake, he wasn't a baby and he was going to deal with this head cold or whatever the fuck it was. At least until the weekend, in two days. Than he'd have time to go to the store get some cold meds and some chicken soup. Because it was not bad enough to go to recovery girl and it wasn't ever going to be, Bakugou thought, as he threw his bag on his bed and pulled out his homework. He was about to start his algebra homework when there was a tap on the door.
His chest gave a painful throb, as he set his homework down, " what the fuck is it?"
"Ahh.. it's Kirishima?" A voice called through the door, " you said you'd help me with my math work."
Well fuck. He was right, Bakugou had promised him help, and even if it had been at the beginning of the day and now Bakugou felt like he had been punched in the stomach two or three time, a second, for a solid ten minutes. It would be unmanly to back out on Kiri, Bakugou thought.
Kirishima.
Fuck- Shitty hair.
" well come the fuck in, hair for brains," Bakugou yelled back, he was about 70% sure he hadn't locked his door.
The knob turned, and Kirishima popped his head in through the crack, " hey Bakubro! Thanks for helping me with this."
" Don't call me that Shitty hair." Bakugou growled feeling a coughing fit coming he  turned his head to the side, coughing into his elbow. Something tickled at the back of his throat but Bakugou swallowed it down. Kirishima looked worried, a frown of concern pressed the corners of his mouth downward. ;as he stepped into the room. Bakugou pointed to the bed as he tried to catch his breathe with a 'sit the fuck down' scowl." What the fuck do you need help with shitty hair?" A jab, right to the stomach, but Bakugou's expression of pure loathing didn't change even a bit. Mostly self- What the fuck made him think it was a good idea to agree to tutor shitty hair?
Especially in his condition? Even if it wasn't that bad he might get the red haired shark sick. And though  He totally wouldn't feel bad but he would never hear the end of it from anyone, especially raccoon girl, And he couldn't spar with kirishima if he was sick.
"Uhh... do you know the thing with the square and canceling things out?"

"Oh sweet fuck I have a lot of work to do.." Bakugou muttered but he moved his back pack to the floor to give Kiri more space, as he leaned over he felt that weird tickle in his throat and had to swallow hard to stop from coughing again. He really didn't want to get this guy sick.

*~*

Four hours later Kirishima was putting his papers back into his assignment book, looking genuinely happy at having completed the work. Bakugou was about three hours behind schedule on his own homework.  " Thank you so much Bakugou! It was super manly of you to help me out."

Bakugou tch'd, the funny feeling at the back of his throat wouldn't go away anymore, even when Bakugou swallowed hard. Even when he was talking Shitty hair through a easy problem. Even when he wanted to grin and laugh with Kirishima when it finally clicked into place three and a half hours in.  It was still there,  And it was fucking annoying. Bakugou thought to just cough it out but than the thought of getting Kirishima sick bother'd him enough that he waited for the cherry colored spike ball to leave before turning again to his elbow to cough.

this time it was so much worse. because no matter what he did he just kept coughing and coughing. His lungs didn't have enough time to fill up and his diaphragm threatened to give up at any second. but Bakugou kept coughing.  Finally the small thing at the back of his throat dislodged and Bakugou sat back drawing a shuttered breathe.

The Absolute holy Fuck?

Had he actually coughed up part of his lung, Was that even possible.

It was dark pink- almost red but not quite, crumpled around the edges, where it was faded to a lighter shade. It was sopping wet and stuck to the sleeve of Bakugou's shirt as he examined it. He caught a faint smell that tickled a memory at the back of his brain. It smelled just like the flowers Bakugou's dad had brought home for his mom once. He couldn't remember the name. But that wasn't the concerning part.

He'd just coughed up a flower petal, and despite him not being a doctor or ever even really paying attention in health class. He was pretty sure coughing up flower petals isn't something you're suppose to do. 

" Well Fuck."

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