✔ Painful Flowers || A Hanahaki Bakudeku Fanfiction (COMPLETED)

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I'm sorry for being late, but here's a oneshot I thought of after posting the sequels!

Oh, by the way, I know this should be an announcement all on it's own, but since here's an update, might as well mention it!

Both sequels to Painful Flowers are up! Yayyyy, sparks, fireworks, pew pew pew :D

Anyway, here is a celebratory oneshot! It's not crackheaded, so there will be caps. (Surprise surprise the author goes against her own words and adds something in the end)

In fact, it'll be a oneshot after the 3rd ending. (I guess you can consider this semi-canon?)

Hope you enjoy!

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I opened my eyes to a bright, white room.

Groaning, I sat up, realizing I was lying on a fluffy, soft spotless bed.

I looked around me.

The first thing I noticed was that the room was filled with many beds, similar to the one I'm on.

Every other time I blink, a person would be there, unconscious.

The second thing I noticed was that I could feel warmth again.

All the warmth I failed to feel for the past hours after the surgery came rushing to me.

The third thing I noticed was that a woman with black hair, clad in white and a soft yellow glow around her, was approaching me.

"Midoriya Izuku?"

I turned to her, and nodded.

"How can I help you, ma'am?"

She smiled lightly, almost like a mother.

"Oh, I suppose you'd be confused."

I was confused, but I wasn't about to question how she knew.

"Welcome to heaven, Izuku."

I froze.

Heaven?

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A bit of confusion and panic later, I was sitting up, asking the female questions.

"What do you mean, Heaven?"

She smiled again. Suddenly, I noticed a bright glow that shone from atop her head.

It was a halo.

"Izuku, you've ascended into Heaven after killing yourself."

Now I remember.

The flowers.

The machine.

The pull.

Kacchan.

"So... I'm dead?"