🌸O N L Y F O R Y O U🌸 ||Kacchako||

CHAPTER THREE: Beware the hanahaki

"...flowers?!" I shout, confused.
     "It hurts," She moans, clinging to my shirt. I look down at her; she's clutching her throat. Why the fuck are there flowers? And fucking blood? The fuck is going on?!
      "If you're gonna eat flowers at least fucking swallow it," I lecture. She pinches my cheeks.
     "I. Didn't. Eat. Fucking. Flowers. How fucking stupid do you think I am? I'm not a dumbass and I don't know what the fuck this is," Ochako shouts, sitting down, leaning against the tub. I stand there. Stunned. She rarely ever swears.
      "My...chest.. ow," she moans, tears tumbling down her round cheeks. I bend down, wiping her tears.
      "Just tell me if anything happens," I tell her softly. She nods her head, a pained expression drawn on her face.
      "Don't tell my mom. Please. Her and dad are already worrying enough about financial issues," she sighs.
     I furrow my eyebrows, "But-"
     "Please? I'm already fucking scared," she says, her voice quivering. I nod, my mouth closing shut.
     "Sit down at the couch. I'll make some of the tea you like. I'll warm up a heat pad, too," I grab her by the wrists, pulling her to her feet and guiding her to the couch.
What the fuck is happening...
     After I make Round-face some tea and give her a heating pack, I tell her not to think about it. I tell her everything's gonna be "fucking okay. Calm the fuck down, I'm here."
The horror movie goes on, Ochako's body spread across the couch, her head resting in my lap as I stroke her hair.
I've never been the touchy type. I don't like cuddles or hugs or being touched in general, mostly because I don't really know how to deal with affection. Its really fucking weird because I know how people are feeling before they say so. I guess I'm in touch with their feelings...but I don't know how to deal with it.
      I mean, my mom hugs me all the time, but I just let it happen.
But with this girl, it's different. Everything is different with her. I could absolutely hate something but she makes it worth it. A touch from her sends a million nerve reactions up my spine, causing shivers.
A touch from her makes me want to spend all my fucking days like this, just her leaning on me, needing me. No one ever showed me this kind of affection before. Until her.
The movie ended a while ago, but here, at 11:30pm, Ochako Uraraka sleeps soundly, head in my lap and fingers intertwined with mine. And in this moment I wish ever so pleadingly that time could stand still.

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"Hey, kid," mom shouts obnoxiously as I take off my shoes, arriving at our house past 12. I roll my eyes and give her a singular wave, more of a sloppy hand-Rasing movement.
The old hag makes her way to me, slapping me on the back.
"How's the girl?" She asks. I look up, thinking of what to say. Shit.
"She's..uh..fucking fine," I simply reply, avoiding eye contact and shoving my hands in my pocket, making my way to my room.
"Stop fucking swearing you little shit," mom hisses, karate chopping my head. I glare.
"Shut up, old hag." I say, walking into my room. Mom gives me an off look.
"You seem off, Katsuki.." she says, straightening her posture. I freeze. Fuck her. She always has to sense something.
"I'm fine," I grumble, closing the door in her face.
She knocks on the door gently, "goodnight, sweetie." She says sharply. Tch.
I take off my shirt and change into something new and comfortable and climb into bed, thoughts of Ochako still lingering in my head like a strong scent. A sweet, delicious scent. Delicious...
Fuck. Shit. What's wrong with me? I turn to my side, adjusting my pillow.
I don't know if it's the shitty reason that she opened my eyes to true friendship as a child. Or that she's the most beautiful, most amazing fucking girl I've met ever. Or maybe it's how a single touch from her sends me to cloud fucking nine. Shit.
Imagine me, fucking Katsuki Bakugou romanticizing about a girl past 12am in the morning. Fucking Jesus...
Although I act tough around her, I actually care. Deeply. A little too deeply. I hope she's alright.
Not to shortly after, I drift to sleep, dreaming fucking beautiful dreams of her adorable face, her clothes tightly hugging her eye-catching, shapely body, all curves in all the right places. I dream of her rosy cheeks, her rose-tinted, plump, delicious lips. Delicious...
I dream,wishing she would stay with me forever, stay like the way we are now for eternity. If only I had known how incomplete my wish would be in the near future.....