Sero POV
It was just a normal day. Or so I thought. The classroom was full of indistinct chatter as normal. The only difference was that I had been feeling sick all morning but against my better judgment I still went to school.
Classes began, everyone in the room quickly became quiet as Mr. Aizawa entered the room and Iida started taking attendance calling students names and marking them off.
During class, I caught myself spacing out, my eyes resting on Kaminari, his orange hair appearing lighter under the florescent lights. As I was looking at him, I felt something rise in my throat forcing me to cough it up.
"Sero, are you alright?" Mr. Aizawa asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied softly, gently covering the rose petal in the palm of my hand.
"If you need to get a drink of water don't ask, just go," Mr. Aizawa told me before returning to the lesson.
I had heard Mina talk about Hanahaki disease enough to know that this was not good.
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The Smell of Roses • Kamisero
FanficRoses were too cliché but that didn't stop Kaminari from loving them anyway (Credit to the artist of the cover)
