Infected (Bakudeku Hanahaki)

Hiding

"What the hell happened here?" Bakugou asked, putting his hands on his hips as he looked upon the pile of blood and flowers.

Izuku was quick to come up with an excuse. "Oh! Um, I dropped a flower vase and the glass cut my foot, everything's fine! Kirishima's helping me."

Bakugou scanned Izuku for signs of lying, but Izuku was perfect at lying. Well, right now at least. Bakugou sighed. "Okay. Kirishima, my room when you're done, studying."

"Got it!" Kirishima held a thumbs-up, and Bakugou left, closing the door behind him. Izuku coughed, throwing up more flowers almost the second Bakugou left the room. Izuku cried, tears falling from his face onto the floor along with blood and flowers. 

Kirishima held Izuku, rubbing his back in an attempt to soothe him. He did this until the coughing ceased. 

It was silent between the two, Izuku's sniffles and quiet sobs were the only things heard. "It's Bakugou... Isn't it?"

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get you wrapped up in this I-"

Kirishima stopped him. "Is it?"

Izuku looked down, avoiding eye contact. He closed his eyes, whispering a small, "Yes..."

"Have you told Recovery Girl?"

Izuku did not answer.

"Come on! You can't die!"

"But I don't want the surgery! I don't want to forget him. I don't want to..." Izuku hid his head in his knees. "I don't want people to worry about me. Please don't tell anybody..."

Kirishima sighed. He knew Hanahaki was a sensitive topic for anyone, especially if you had it. He wanted to respect Izuku's privacy and wishes. But he didn't want Izuku to just give up. "Okay. I won't tell anyone, but at least let Aizawa know?"

Izuku nodded. "But no one else."

"No one else," Kirishima confirmed. 

And with that, the red-head left, leaving Izuku to his thoughts. Thoughts Izuku did not want to be left alone with. He looked over at his clock, seeing it wasn't too late. Teachers might still be in the teacher's lounge at this time. Izuku got up, deciding he would just tell Aizawa now rather than later. 

Izuku put on a hoodie and began his walk from the dorms down to UA, and to the staff room. 

"Young Midoriya? What are you doing here after school hours?" All Might asked as Izuku entered the Teacher's lounge. 

"Um," Izuku looked at all the teachers. Everyone was there except for Recovery girl.

Perfect. He thought.

"Can I talk to you guys?" Izuku asked, his stomach churning in nervousness. 

"Of course," All Might replied.

"I originally planned to just tell Aizawa, but all of you are here, so why not."

Izuku explained the whole story. The fact that the only person in class who knows is Kirishima. Though, Izuku while explaining was very discreet about revealing this mystery person's identity. Or as only he and Kirishima knows, Bakugou. And, unfortunately, All Might had to ask.

"May we know who this person is?"

"Um..." Izuku was nervous to just outright say it. None of his teachers knows he's actually gay. He hasn't particularly come out yet. "Well, of course, they're in my class... uh..."

Midnight seemed to notice Izuku was very nervous and uncomfortable, so she took some action. "You can tell us sweetie, no judgment here. Really, this is a safe place for everyone. Everybody here cares for you as well as everybody else deeply. Even though they may not show it," Midnight shoved Aizawa playfully, making Izuku chuckle and Aizawa roll his eyes. 

"Um-"

"What gender?" Midnight asked. "Like I said, no one here is going to judge you. Right?" The teachers nodded. "You must be nervous, we get that. Aizawa here hasn't-"

"Stop," Aizawa stopped her, his face blowing up in steam as he blushed, hiding his head in his scarf. 

"Listen, what we're saying is that you shouldn't be nervous. Everybody's different, no one's the same. I got your back kid," she winked. 

"Well, it's a boy..."

"Really? Well, now you and Aizawa have something in common," she laughed.

Aizawa attempted to smack Midnight, but she giggled and dodged. "What do you mean?" Izuku asked.

"Oh," Midnight started. "Aizawa and Mic are dating."

"Well, the cat's out of the bag!" Mic laughed.

Aizawa grumbled something under his breath and sunk into his chair. 

"Who's this boy you speak of?" Cementoss asked.

"You won't judge, right?" Izuku asked shyly.

"Of course not, what have I been saying for the past 10 minutes?" Midnight scoffed with a smile.

"Okay," Izuku took a deep breath. "it's Kacchan..."

"Kacchan?" Midnight asked, confused.

"Young Bakugou?" All Might was wide-eyed.

Izuku nodded, All Might informing the clueless Midnight that Kacchan is Izuku's nickname for Bakugou. She nodded in understanding

"Please don't tell the class, I know that they'll worry. And I don't want that, I want them to stay focused on their hero work, ya know?" Izuku said.

Aizawa nodded. "Yes, we will take in thought about your situation and make some adjustments. You can go to the bathroom at any time when needed if you need to cough or something. We will make sure not to put you two in a group together to decrease the chance of your condition worse."

Izuku nodded. All Might looked at him. "But may I ask why you do not want the surgery?"

"Uh, well, I just, don't want to forget him. I mean, who would? Who would want to just let go and completely forget about the one you love? Present Mic, Mr. Aizawa, would you rather die, or forget about each other completely?"

Aizawa and Present Mic looked down. "The boy has a point All Might," Aizawa said. "it's his choice. I understand him not wanting it."

Izuku was glad Aizawa was able to empathize with him. If not, it probably would've been more difficult.

"Hey kid," Midnight ruffled Izuku's hair. "go back to your room and get some rest. We'll take it easy on you tomorrow. 'Kay?"

Izuku nodded and stood up, walking out the door and back to the dorms. He was happy, his teachers were so supportive and happy.

But on the inside, the teachers were nervous and scared for their student. Izuku truly was one of a kind, and they were scared to lose him. 

Izuku arrived at the dorms, getting a few questions about where he was, which he just shrugged it off with, "An afternoon jog," and continued walking.

He made it to his room and locked the door. He took off his hoodie and threw it on the floor, he set his alarm on his All Might clock, and placed a trash can on his bedside, just in case. He climbed into bed, getting cuddled under the covers. His mind drifted down to his world of thoughts and imagination. Scenarios played in his head like a movie, every possible one. Bad and good. All possible situations, everything he could think of. 

He was now fast asleep, awaiting the morning of tomorrow.

(1,126 Words)
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