Blossom (Almight x reader)

Dahlia

*WARNING* This chapter contains some mentions of depression and other mental health issues.

“Why is it so fucking hot in here?” Bakugou fanned himself with a piece of  cardstock, he was meant to be using to label plants.

“Watch your language young Bakugou. This is a place of business.” Almight scolded from the cash register where he was helping a young lady. Though bakugou was right, it was very hot in the shop. The first heatwave of summer had hit hard. The Timid looking blonde shifted her feet uncomfortably. “Sorry about that, Miss.” He handed her some change and a brown paper bag full of gardening supplies. “Have a nice Day!”  He called politely at her back as she left the store. 

“Thanks Toshinori-san. But you really didn't have to help out. Especially on your day off. You should be resting and having some fun.” I huffed setting a large potted tomato plant on the counter next to him, and wiping my muddy hands on my apron. He chuckled lightly.

“(Y/N)-san, I promise that I’ll take it easy, besides, I find working in your shop to be very entertaining.” A wide grin took over his skinny face. “Do you want me to take that for you? It looks heavy.” He reached for the clay pot, but I snatched it up before he could lay a finger on it.

“Nope.” I stated clearly as I hugged the pot to my chest. “I've got it. Didn’t you just promise to take it easy?” I scowled teasingly at him.

“Oh come on.” He gripped the edge of the potted tugging both it and me closer to him. “I think I can handle one little potted plant.” His voice was lower than before, and it almost sounded sultry. Suddenly being so close to him, I froze. I could feel my cheeks growing hot as I stared at him, wide eyed.

“Just date already! Your gross flirting is disturbing the customers.” Bakugou was leaning against a wall still fanning himself. It almost looked like he was blushing. Almight let his hand slip from the pot. I didn't see his face. I was to busy hiding my own face to look at his. I rushed to the back room as quickly as I could while carrying a clay pot the size of my chest. Which is not very fast. Setting the pot down gently I sat back against the wall, my head in my hands. pulling my knees up to my chest, I could feel the sting of tears in the corner of my eyes.

“Uhhg. This is so embarrassing!” I hugged my knees. “God! Why did I run away like that? Now he definitely knows!” A small cry poured from my throat as I laid my head against my knees.

“Know what?” I froze. Was I hearing things. That was definitely Toshinori’s voice. “(Y/N-san? Are you crying?” He was standing just inside the doorway. Worry seemed to drip from his face like the bitter tears dripping from mine. “Did you hurt yourself?” He took a step towards me.

“No. I'm fine!” I turned my face away from him.”What do you want?” I flinched. I didn’t mean to snap. I could hear his footsteps, but I refused to look. I knew my face was a mess.

“Are you really ok?” His hand felt like an iron weight against my shoulder. I didn’t respond. I was afraid that I would start to cry for real. “Can you look at me, Please?” His voice softened to that of a mother caring for her child. Reluctantly I turned my head and gasped. His face was closer than I’d thought. I could feel his dark cerulean eyes on me. His gentle touch felt like fire, burning into my skin. And though I tried, I couldn’t hide the wet tears gliding down my cheeks.

“You are crying.”His large hands gripped my shoulders tightly, preventing me from turning away. I cast my gaze to the side, refusing to meet his worried eyes. “What's wrong? (Y/N), What happened?” He leaned in closer, shaking my shoulders slightly, almost as if he were trying to gently shake the truth out. All at once, a realization swept over him, like an ocean wave over the sand. His facial expression melted and for a moment I wondered if he was still there. “(Y/N),..... Do… Do you like me?” He sounded pained, like he was struggling for breath. I couldn’t respond. I couldn’t even muster the strength to look up at him. And so, staring at the floor, I remained completely silent. “(Y/N).” His hand dropped from my shoulder only to find a new place tucking a stray lock of (H/C) hair behind my red ear. “Please look at me. I need to tell you something important.” My heart jumped into my throat and before I could stop myself, my (E/C) eyes were gazing into his cerulian. His face was set and he looked several years older. “(Y/N)” His hands gripped my shoulders once more, firmer and less gentle than before. “I’m sorry.” This time it was his turn to look away.”But I don’t feel the same. Give up on me, for your own sake.” I didn’t respond. “Maybe….” His sighed. “I think it would be better if we didn’t see each other for a while. I’ll have to kids report to me directly, so don’t worry about that. You take some time for yourself.” I couldn’t comprehend it. I felt his hands drop from my shoulders, heard the distressed sigh leave his lips, and listened as his footsteps faded. Yet still, I couldn’t comprehend his words. I wanted to cry. To collapse on the floor and die, but my tears had dried, and my body was still strong. Slowly I pushed myself up and dusted off my apron.

“(L/N)-san? Are you back here?” Uraraka called through the shop door. Plastering a serene look to my face, I called out to her.

“Yes. I'm right here. Is there a problem?” It took all my effort to keep my face from crumbling.

“There's a woman out front looking for an order. She said she ordered it last week.” I smiled at her. Such a sweet girl. 

“Okay, dear. I’ll be right out.” She hurriedly ran back out to the front of shop, and I couldn't help but admire her energy. I turned to walk out, stubbing my toe on the clay pot from before. A potted Dahlia. Smiling bitterly I walked to the front of the shop. “Hi. How can I help you?” I asked greeting the customer with a smile.

    It had been almost three weeks since I last saw Toshinori. Laying on my back, I shielded my eyes from the bright morning sun. “Uuuhhhg.” I groaned, sitting up. “I don't wanna open the shop today.” I don’t know who I was expecting to answer. I glanced around my empty apartment. Clothes and trash littered the floor and at least a week's worth of dust coated every surface. “This has gotten way outta hand.” I thought aloud as I kicked an empty beer can to the side,working my way into the kitchen. “Cap. I forgot to go grocery shopping last night.” Sighing, I closed my empty fridge and began to look for clean clothes. Finally settling for a semi clean tank top and a pair of denim shorts, I headed to the nearest convenience store for some breakfast.

    “Thank you. Have a nice day.” I bowed as the only customer left the store. It was still only ten in the morning, and business had been agonizingly slow. Tick tick tick. I glared at the clock. It had been getting on my nerves a lot lately, but that day it seemed especially loud. Tick tick tick. I stood at the register and watched the door for another few minutes. Tick tick tick. “Ahhg!” I yelled, frustrated. “That's it!” Slamming my hands against the counter, I stormed into the back room. Heading towards the back door, I stubbed my toe on a clay pot. “Ahg!” I yelped, falling flat on my face. That damn Plant! I sat up ready to rip whatever plant out of the soil of it's pot, but stopped in my tracks. Tears began to slide down my cheeks as I stared at the potted Dahlia. It's leaves had shriveled and all of the flowers had fallen off. It might’ve seemed a shame to anyone else, but as for me, I was glad to be rid of it. It only served as a sd reminder. That day i hadn't said anything. “Heh.” Slowly laughter began to leak from my throat as bitter tears slid down my cheeks. “Why?” It came out choked and barely above a whisper. “Why didn’t I say anything?” More tears poured from my eyes as I questioned my own stupidity. Even though I couldn’t have changed his feelings, I still blamed and hated myself for it. “He didn’t give me the chance. HE DIDN’T GIVE ME THE CHANCE.” I swung my closed fist wildly at the dahlia, and seethed as my fist made contact with the clay pot, shattering it. The sharp edges dug into my hand cutting it in several places, but I didn't even notice. I stood, taking my apron of and leaving it on the floor next to the bloody clay shards. “I have to tell him how I feel!” My feet moved before I realised what that meant. And the next thing I knew my feet were pounding the pavement as I ran down the street towards U.A. highschool.

~ whew. What a chapter to write. I hoped you enjoyed this part. The next part will be released very soon. ~