.: ~ Petals Dipped in Crimson ~ :. (On Hold/ Being Rewritten)

.: ~ Bitter Sweet ~ :.

.: ~ Kaminari's POV ~ :.

"I'm not here to make friends." 

Then the door slammed shut. In my face. I had just hoped he was settling down well. I went back to supper but I had lost my appetite, I really was eating my feelings at the moment. Bakugou was shouting about how angry he was that the television was broken, when he was the one who had broken it. Supper ended quickly with people heading to their dorms to get sleep for the next day. 

.: ~ Time skip brought to you by: your lazy af Author. ~ :.

I have been feeling nauseous all day, I didn't know why either. It had been almost a week since Shinsou joined class 1-A, and every day I've been trying my hardest to make him smile, or to be his friends but every time he would get snappy and say "I'm not here to make friends" It hurt every time I heard him say that.  My mind started to drift from the lesson and was brainstorming ways to make shinsou at least be my friend, as I did I suddenly felt the urge to hurl and dashed to the nearest bathroom. I felt myself collapse in front of the toliet and hurled closing my eyes tightly, my chest burned eventually the hurling finally stopped.   When I opened my eyes again, the sighed puzzled me. Instead of vomit like I expected to see, there was a layer of floating purple petals, covered in a crimson liquid. I flushed it so I didn't have to look at them anymore. I got up and looked in the mirror, there was crimson on my jaw and small specks on my shirt. I licked my lips not knowing what it was, blood. There was blood on my shirt and jaw, I quickly washed it off but frowned as I the speck on my shirt wouldn't go away. As I was standing there without warning I began to hurl again, it fucking hurt. By the time it finally stopped again there was a huge pile of those purple petals covered in blood, the petals reminded me of Shinsou's hair and the hurling started right back up. My eyes began to water from the pain, The coughing and hurling just wouldn't stop. Eventually I finished but had to throw all the petals in the trash as they wouldn't fit in the toliet. It was hard to breathe and I was gasping for air, 

"Not here to make friends"

'not even friends?'

'It hurts!'

I wasn't sure if it was physical, mental or emotional pain but it hurt, it really did. I just gave up and decided to lock myself in a stall to avoid having to deal with others, I could catch up later on my school work knowing very well I wouldn't be able to but once I was in that stall I couldn't make myself go ack out. The urge to hurl waiting like a unforeseen hunter, ready to strike at any given moment. So I stayed there for heaven knows how long hovering over the toliet, people came and went but I always managed to silence myself while they were there. 

"I'm not here to make friends." 

It kept repeating through my mind

A/N I apologize for the short chapter I'm not really sure where I have this going at the moment, (word count: 566)