All I Wanted- Eijiro Kirishima

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A/N: A hanahaki disease song fic for our manly man Kirishima! Enjoy!



You lay, sprawled out on your bed, flower petals surrounding you. You think they're ed roses but theu could just be soakes in blood from your insides. You honestly didn't really know how your condition worked. Just luckily enough you haven't started coughing up blood, which is a side effect of progressed Hanahaki, your conditon. You had bigger and better things to worry about than Kirishima (the cause of the suffocating disease) but the petals were a constant reminder of him. You wonder if he thinks about you at least a tenth of how much you think about him.

The only people who know about your... Condition, is Jiro and Mina, your two best friends. Jiro is there to comfort you, though she can't quite understand why you would go through so much pain just to hold feelings for someone, Mina's there to try to make Jiro understand the importance of love and to make you happier about the situation. You couldn't ask for better friends, honestly.

The lump in your throat starts to come up and you take a deep breath and then let the cough come, sitting upright, expelling the flowers. After your coughing fit is done and your left panting, you look at your hand that you coughed into.

Blood.

Actual blood.

You rush to the bathroom to flush the petals you just coughed up and wash the blood off your hands before rushing back to your room call your two support units. You fumble with your phone before you manage to start a group call.

One ring, Mina is in.

"Hey, what's up?!" She asked in a cheery tone

"One second..." You hoarsely respond, waiting for Jiro.

3 rings, Jiro picks up.

"Sorry, couldn't hear my phone over my music, what's up you guys?" Jiro says in her usually monotone voice.

"I... I coughed up blood, guys," You confess to them.

"Y/N..." Jiro sighed, you can hear the head shaking and facepalming.

"It's time to confess, hun. And if he doesn't reciprocate it you can go get the procedure," Mina said in a fairly sassy tone, referencing the procedure I could take to make sure I would never cough up flowers again, but that would iradicate my feelings for Kirishima.

"Yeah, I know. I'm not a blinded by love idiot," You say matter of factly.

"Thank god.." Jiro scoffed and you and Mina chuckled.

"So how am gonna ask him out?" You ask your polar opposite best friends.

Timeskip

You see Kirishima and Bakugo argue over... Something, at Bakugo's desk that was on the other side of the classroom than yours. You watch the clock tick for a few seconds before you start writing your note.

'Meet me at the auditorium,
                                             -Vines'

That was his nickname for you, vines. It referenced your quirk called the same thing. Oh the irony that you can sprout vines from your palms and control plants and you cough up flowers from neglection. You doctor actually said that your quirk will probably make the condition worst. The bell rang and Bakugo and Eijiro continued arguing. You quickly left class and slipped the note into his prior to hurrying to the Auditorium.

Once you got there you found Mina adjusting her stool for the drums (Bakugo taught her how to play them) and Jiro tuning her bass. They both faked illness at some point of class to go set up the stage.

"Hey there, lover girl," Jiro said into the mic as you threw your backpack into some random chairs on the back row.

"Aren't you supposed to say check one two?" You snarkily replied. Once you got on stage you adjusted the height of your mic stand so that the mic was at your mouth.

The plan was great. You're gonna sing a cool love song that was playing in your earbuds when you first met Kirishima as you hope to god he doesn't have the memory of a goldfish and remembers that this was the song in you listened when you first met him especially after already telling him of the fact.

Two plants were on both sides of the door, you focus your quirk to move the plant vases to the middle of the main aisle, curling the branches into an intracite design that ultimately formed a heart.

"Pretty," Mina states.

The door starts to creek open as Jiro and Mina start playing the beginning instrumentals. You start to sing the beginning verse as Eijiro watches, awe struck.

Eijiro Kirishima's POV

"All I wanted was you," Y/N strong yet smooth voice sings, bouncing off the auditorium walls. Wait... I'm the only one here.. She's singing a love song that's important to our (platonic) relationship... Is she in love with me? This has to be a dream... No way she loves me too. If she isn't just rehearsing something in front of me I owe Bakugo 10 bucks!!!

Your POV

The ball starts to form in your throat towards the end of the song, you try to surpress it but your voice cracks just slightly, which is so embarrassing, which makes you focus on how stupid you probably looking out of embarrassment which leads to you not focusing on the flowers which make them launch out in coughs. You pull the microphone away as weakening coughs expell the roses.  After your coughing fit theres a bed of rose petals, each one dotted with at least a little blood.

A pair of strong arms make you stand up straight before entrapping you.

"Hanahaki?" Kirishima asks softly, barely above a whisper.

"Mhm..." You confirm. He nuzzles his forhead into the crook of your neck as you hug him tighter.

"Because of me?" He questions again, sounding guilty.

"Mhm..." You respond.

"I'm so sorry.. I had no idea.. Y/N," He says, drawing away and looking into your eyes, hands moving to either side of your face. "Y/N I love you so much, more than you'll ever know."

Your lips curled into a big dorky smile that Eijiro mirrored, before pulling you into a soft kiss, ridding you from your awful disease.

A/N: Ayyyyyeeeeee I finally wrote something that I genuine like. Hope you guys enjoyed it as well, hyella fluffy at the end. Anyways I got some oneshot requests to work on. Hopefully those don't take too long to do so I can get some preferences done.

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