✿Bleeding Petals✿ [BakuDeku]

Low Energy

btw, its December 17 as I'm writing this so happy birthday to second best girl, ochako. yea yea come on keep the applause coming..... alright that's enough. story time

That night, Deku came over as promised. I didn't have the energy to clean or cook unfortunatly. I didn't even have the energy to get the door when he knocked. I just let out a half-assed "Come in"

He pushed the door open, hands full of stuff. He had two paper cafe bags, a cup of coffee, and a small plastic container. He gave me a small smile as he shut the door with his foot and brought the items to me, setting them on the coffee table.

"What's all this?" I asked him

"Well, you seemed really distraught this morning. So I decided to bring you something special." Deku replied cheerfully. I peeked into the bags. One of them was filled with blueberry muffins. The other was filled with various desserts, each wrapped in plastic. Higashi, castella, Manju, mochi, and yokan. "I know you said you don't like sugar, which is why I made each of these differently especially for you" Deku stated.

"Thanks," I said, giving him a half-assed, no-teeth smile. He returned the favor with his signature grin. Fuck. I felt my stomach do flips and the smell of a garden fill my nose. The tickling sensation began in my throat and I jumped up, pushing past a confused Deku. I ran into the bathroom as fast as I could, slamming the door, and hunched over the toilet just in time. I began coughing, green rose petals slowly gliding from my mouth and into the basin. I saw my vision go blurry as tears formed at the corner of my eyes. I squeezed my eyes shut, letting them fall.

I sank to my knees and put my head in my hands. What the hell was wrong with me? Kaminari was right. I needed to drop Deku before this got worse. If I wanted my friend back if I wanted my boyfriend back... Deku needed to go. It honestly hurt. No more free muffins and coffee. No more heart-filled conversations in the morning. No more seeing his freckled face or his messy green hair.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Kacchan?" a muffled voice said, "Is everything alright in there?"

I quickly flushed the toilet and stood up, wiping my tears with the back of my hand. "Yea" I coraked, opening the door. Deku and I met eyes and I saw his smile starting to form. I quickly looked away before the coughing started.

That night, after I was stuffed full of homemade pastries and desserts, I felt my eyes drooping as Deku and I sat on the couch together. The TV was on, he was watching some weird animated show, but I was on my phone. I tried my best to keep my eyes open, not wanting to fall asleep while Deku was here. I think I did it.

Actually maybe not. Next thing I knew, I was opening my eyes to a bright sunlit room. I looked around, realizing I was laying on the couch. I blanket covered me and a pillow sat under my head. I'm assuming that Deku made my sleeping self comfortable before he left my house last night. I grabbed my phone off the coffee table and checked the time. It was 10 am. Shit. I was supposed to be up for work hours ago.

I groaned, contemplating if it was worth getting up. I decided not to, realizing my boss wouldn't notice, as we had way too many staff. So many, in fact, he doesn't even know half their names. Ojirou could probably fill in for me. He would understand what going on.

I closed my eyes, trying to fall back asleep. But I couldn't. I tossed and turned but my body would just not relax. Maybe it was the light. I got up and closed the curtains before flopping back onto the couch. 10 minutes after staying completely still with my eyes closed, and still no sleep. I let out another groan.

I chose to get up and do something with myself. I wanted to go to the bakery badly, but I couldn't risk it. There wasn't anywhere for me to go if I started to vomit flowers. Besides, I was trying to 'drop Deku' whether I liked it or not.

I grabbed my phone and called Kirishima. I needed to talk to somebody. Normally, I went to Kaminari, but that obviously isn't an option. He picked up on the third ring.

"Hey, kitten. I'm kind of busy right now"

"I know I'm sorry. I just feel like literal shit right now" I said.

"What's wrong?"

I hesitated, feeling tears well up again. "E-everything," I said as they threatened to fall. "Kaminari won't talk to me and I'm probably putting you through hell because I know how this hanahaki's thing feels. I honestly don't understand. I love you Kirishima. No one else. So why is this happening?" I let out a sniffle and I felt the tears slide down my cheeks and drip onto my pants.

"Hun. Please don't cry. Look I understand. Love doesn't always last forever. All those storybooks and the love-driven teenage girls who've never even experienced real love say it does. But it doesn't And I understand that."

"But I do love you!" I protested.

"Katsuki listen to me. There is no need to lie to yourself. I already said I have a surprise for you on Saturday. I'm pretty sure it'll fix this whole mess, ok?"

I nodded but then realized he couldn't see me. "O-ok" I stuttered with a voice crack.

"If you want, I can visit you during my lunch break. Where are you? Are you at work?"

"No, I stayed home. I accidentally overslept"

"Alright then. I'll come over during my lunch break and we can talk ok? Or if you don't want to talk, we'll just enjoy each other's company, sound good?"

"Yea" I whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear.

"Alright. I love you. I'll see you soon kitten"

"I lo-" I started to say but was interrupted by a beep as he hung up.

At around 12, I got my lazy ass off the couch and trudged into my bedroom, changing my shirt. I was standing at my dresser, shirtless, looking for something to wear, when I felt a cold hand grasp my waist, making me jump. "Jesus fucking Christ" I growled, spinning around and slapping Kirishima. "Fucking tell me you're here. I hate when you do that"

He smirked, looking me up and down. "Nice abs," He said simply.

"Fuck off"

"Fuck me"

"Kirishima I swear" I hissed at him. "I'm not in the mood for this." I grabbed a random shirt off the top of the pile and threw it on, stomping towards my door. All of sudden, I felt my wrist being grabbed and I turned.

Kirishima was staring at me, a sad smile on his face. I felt my own face change from pissed off to a more somber look. I felt awful. I loved Kirishima. I really did. But the dark green rose petals that I choked up said otherwise.

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