𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙙 (𝗄𝗂𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖺𝗄𝗎)

Seven | No Rain, No Flowers

Bakugou sighed, glancing over at the black and white x-ray on the computer screen next to him.

"Your vitals are all looking good," Nurse Sakura said, typing something on the computer. "Your lungs are doing much better, too."

"Tch, whatever. When can I go home?"

"Aw, come on. Don't you want to spend more quality time with Kirishima?"

In fact, Bakugou did not. Now that he knew about his disease, every fiber of common sense that he had was screaming at him to distance himself. Nobody wants to be attached to the sick kid. But . . . he also didn't do anything about it. Yeah, his brain told him not to talk to Kirishima, but he still did, anyway. His actions had a way of betraying his thoughts when it came to Kirishima, and it was annoying as hell. "Tch."

"I'll take that as a yes because I know how great of a friend you are," Sakura said in a way that made it hard to tell if she was being serious or not. "But, to answer your question, I'm sure you'll get to go home soon enough. Whatever was causing your lungs to get bad again has passed for the most part."

"Okay," Bakugou mumbled, bored.

"Your parents talked to you about getting a lung transplant, right?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"I'm just wondering if you've made a decision yet."

"No."

"No, you haven't made a decision?"

"Mhm."

Nurse Sakura took a deep breath, looking away from the computer to glance at Bakugou. "I think you should make a decision soon."

"Or else what?"

"Or else you might get removed from the list," she said softly. "According to Dr Toyomitsu, the list is filling up. I just think . . . you should do this. Please."

"Tch, whatever." Bakugou stayed quiet for a moment, taking deep breaths as he thought to himself. He just wanted to be left alone, so he said what she wanted to hear: "I'll think about it more."

"Okay," Sakura said calmly, sighing in relief. "Dr Toyomitsu said he'll need your answer in about a month."

"Whatever." In his head, Bakugou begged the nurse to leave, and to do so quickly—he wanted to be alone so he could stop thinking about the stupid lung transplant.

Nurse Sakura glanced over at the window and sighed. "Looks like a storm's blowing in," she stated calmly. "Kirishima loves storms. It was really funny, honestly, the first time it stormed while he was here, he ran to the window and started jumping around, he was that excited it was raining. My son, Ryuu, used to do the same thing."

Bakugou looked at the window himself, taking a large gulp when he noticed the dark grey clouds looking in the sky, snuffing out any blue that might have wanted to show through. The sunlight was barely visible, making it look like ten at night even though it was only three in the afternoon.

Now, he would rather die than admit it, but Bakugou was, well, scared of storms. In his words, he would have called it, "Being angry he can't fight them," but really, the loud thunder was terrifying to him. He didn't mind the rain as much—in fact, he somewhat enjoyed the smell of rain. He just detested the thunder, and sometimes, even the lightning.

He sighed in irritation. First the lung transplant, now a storm? His day really couldn't get any worse, could it?

"Heyyy!" Kirishima said happily, bounding into the room. "Nurse Sakura, hi!"