MomoJirou (fanfiction, girlxgirl)

Nine

Jirou POV

   I woke up groggily and took in my surroundings. There was Recovery Girl with her back to me on the side of my bed and near the back was Momo and Bakugo whispering back and forth about something. I open my mouth to speak and a barely audible croak comes out, but it was enough for Recovery Girl to know I was awake. "Ah. Hello dear, you're finally awake." Then she turns to the two in the back. "You two! Shut your mouths, she's awake!" They both whip their heads around and their eyes widen when they see me awake. Momo walks over while Bakugo practically sprints across the tiny room to be at the opposite side of Recovery Girl, with Momo standing next to him. 

   "So wha-what happened?" I ask rubbing the back of my head, where I feel a slight bump. Bakugo glares at me.

   "You and Shitty Hair-" 

   "Language!" Recovery Girl hissed. His glare goes to her for a second then back to me. 

   "You and Crappy Hair decided to freaking fight and you got seriously injured, you idiot, and then passed out and here we are." 

   Once he said that, all the memories flooded back and I felt my face go cold, my breathing got heavier and faster. Oh no. I have to tell Momo. I don't want to lose her as my friend. All the what-ifs starting spiraling through my mind and my vision went blurry and the room started spinning. "Jirou?" Momo's angelic voice called out to me. I can't do this anymore.  

   "I'm going to need you two to leave." Recovery Girl tells the two. They seem reluctant, but with what I assumed was a glare towards them, they finally left. Soon, the room started to stabilize again and the blur in my eyes cleared up and I saw a concerned Recovery Girl to my right. I sat up in bed and faced her. "It's that Yaoyurozu girl isn't it?" I felt my cheeks heat up and nodded. She sighed. "Let's see those thorns dear." I strip the top of my suit down to my bra and look down. They've started to grow longer. Shit.  

   "You see, I can't trim them down, because watch this." She gets nail clippers and trims at the tip of a thorn and it feels as if a part of myself is being clipped off. I look to see the where she clipped off and there's blood dripping out of it. My heart drops. She puts a cotton ball up to it to keep it from bleeding too much and cleans it up. "Well, the medicine came in today, so let's get that all set for you." She goes to her computer and types in something then goes to grab some medication from a shelf and puts it into a bag. "Here you go." She hands me the bag. I take it.

   "Thank you so much, Recovery Girl." I say to her. She just nods in response and I get my suit back on and get out of the bed to go back to the changing rooms. 

   "Jirou!" I look back to Recovery Girl, tears threatening to fall down her face. "Please be careful with that girl, would you?" I give her a small smile and nod and go back on my way. I walk out of the room and see that the hallways are empty. I go to the changing room, which is also empty and quickly get changed and go back to class. I look into class to see Aizawa-sensei giving a lecture and everyone's in their seat. I look down and enter the class just watching the floor till I get to my seat. I get my notebook out and hurriedly write down the notes he has so far on the board. I focus my attention on the board and board only and zone everything else out. Once nothing new is being written on the board and everyone else starts picking up their stuff, I do the same and rush out of the classroom before anyone can ask me anything. 

   I'm in my dorm room sprawled across my bed when I hear a knock at my door. I ignore it. "Jirou?" Yuroro questions. I sit upright in my bed and get dizzy immediately from getting up too fast. Shoot! I forgot that we were supposed to hang out today. Wait, she said my name! 

   "Give me a sec." I stand up slowly and go to the door to open it. Yuroro is standing there with her hands behind her back and was looking at the floor until I opened it. She gave me a shy smile, where'd that come from? Then gave me a hug, and in doing so, she almost knocked me back, but I barely held my ground. I hugged her back as tight as I could and rested my head on her shoulder.