🌺When The Flowers Bloom🌺

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Word count: 2400

🌺Warning🌺

🌸Curse words

🌸Gore/Blood

🌸Cutting

🌸Vomiting

🌺~Enjoy~🌺

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Sunday at Third Person P.O.V.

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Katsuki woke up and did his morning routine. He then stayed at the dorm, not wanting to eat breakfast or see his friends because of what happened last night. He was confused on what will happen next so he picked up his phone and searched up

'How to stop Hanahaki disease'

Like what he did before, he clicked the first result

"Hanahaki disease will be cured in either when the one you love returns your feelings or you can take the surgery"

His face lit up. Could the surgery be a good idea? He continued reading.

"But be warned, when you take the surgery, you will no longer be able to feel love and you will never be able to love romantically someone ever again."

He was shock, because of the fact that he already accepted the fact that he likes Izuku. That he did not regret that he loves Izuku, never. He understands that he loves him since they were just kids, and he's already fine with it. So he thought of it for awhile, not wanting to be bothered by some shitty voice or whatever that can bother him from thinking.

It's either live but feel like dead or die just because of love.

He didn't want to stop loving the boy, even if it will be the cause of his death. So he decided not to take it, but does he need someone to know about his disease?

No, they would just pity him and think that he is so weak that he couldn't even handle a shitty disease.

But will they really do that?

His mind was a mess, he can't think straight, he can't focus on what was going on.

"Knock,"

He snapped into reality,

"Knock! Knock!"

He didn't want to see everyone today. He was lucky it was Sunday so he has no class

'Thank fucking god'

Katsuki ignored the knocking and the calling of his name, whoever that is. He checked on his phone and saw the conversation he muted was full of text of
'hey bro we're worried please come out of your room'

and

'are you sick? Just tell us so we can leave you alone'

He groaned and ignored them,

'Can they fucking let me live my life for like a bit?!'

He sigh, standing up. He remembered what the voice in his head said, if he stops cutting, it will come back.

He pulled open the drawer and grabbed the razor, then push it to close. He sat on his bed and started doing it again but deeper than yesterday.

He did that for awhile until there was no space left on his arms to cut so he stopped and wrapped them with bandages. He didn't bother to clean the bloody razor so he just shoved it in the drawer and lay on his bed.