Suffocate - KamiJirou

Suffocate

Love isn't like the fairy tales

Dreamy princes, magical kisses

But it's actually one-sided wishes

It tortures until one vanishes

The flower petals furiously escaped my mouth as I try to cough them out into the toilet bowl. Tears that were caused by the pain blurred my vision. It has been minutes since I have been coughing like crazy inside the cubicle. Yaomomo, who assisted me, was rubbing my back with a concerned expression. Lunch break is almost over, and I haven't eaten half of my food yet. I coughed the last petal and as I tried to stand, my head spun and my knees felt weak. Thankfully, my friend is here to hold me. She walked me to the lavatory so, I can wash my disgusting, pale face. God, I look stressed.

"You're in a bad shape. Want me to call your parents?" Yaomomo faced me as she readied her phone in her hand.

I lazily looked at her face and on her phone. I smiled then pulled my handkerchief to dry my face. "It's fine. I don't want to make them worry. Besides, they are busy at this hour."

"But he's sitting beside you. Wouldn't that hurt you even more?"

I paused wiping my face. Kaminari's entire presence hurts a lot. The more I love him, the more I hurt. And the fact alone that he is seated beside me is an everyday hell for me. I once asked Aizawa-sensei if I could change my seat and when he asked me the reason, I couldn't speak. I couldn't tell him that I have this stupid Hanahaki disease that is caused by a one-sided love.

Why him of all people? Why do I have to fall in love with Kaminari Denki who is a big flirt and would probably never take a girl seriously? This is truly frustrating.

I pulled the ends of my lips into a smile and said, "It's okay. I won't be able to advance to the second year if I always skip classes, right?"

"That's not the point!" she finally barked and it startled me. "Your health is at risk here. If you continue like this, enduring the pain and holding back the cough so people won't know you have a Hanahaki disease, we will never know what will happen to you next. I am just worried, you see."

The pain, concern, and fear mixed to form into tears as she huffed for air. It pained me. I never want my best friend to have that expression, yet I am the one who is causing it right now.

Brushing my hand on my face, I breathed. "Alright. Let's inform Aizawa-sensei first."

The bitter face she was making disappeared as her lips tugged into a crooked smile. She hummed as she nodded.

We walked through the hallway and Yaomomo had to stop in the front of the faculty to inform our adviser. She asked me to wait for her but I said that I have to get my bag first. I proceeded to the classroom and as I neared my destination, my chest felt pain again. Kaminari and his group came into view who were also making their way back to the room. That damn blonde is smiling stupidly as usual. That smile tugged a string inside of me that awoken the flowers that reside in my heart and my lungs.

His eyes met mine. The rush of my blood is overflowing which synced with the thickening flowers. I proceeded inside the room 1-A to halt this absurd sensation and also, to do my real purpose in going here. I picked up my half-finished lunch on my table and wrapped it in a cloth. My hands were shaky, so I almost throw the lunch box inside my bag before zipping it closed.

"Are you okay?"

A guy's voice alarmed me. It was Iida. I looked up to stare at his face. He looked puzzled yet worried.

"You look pale. What happened?

"Just sick. I'll be going home now so don't worry," I slung my bag on my shoulders and smiled at the class representative. "Thank you for worrying."