🌼Because I Lied🌼

🌼08🌼

🌼𝔹𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕀 𝕃𝕚𝕖𝕕🌼
Word Count: 1,331
Warnings: Profanity, Angst,
Information:

"Deku!"

"Aizawa-sensei!? Someone, get him!"

     There was chaos outside. Kirishima and I separate as we hear worried voices, and obviously it had something to do with you. We rush out and there are a bunch of extras in our way. I was confused on why the hell was everyone so worried. It made something in my heart clench. I tell them to move out of my way, and everyone gave me worried concerned looks. There was blood on the floor. My skin grew cold, and my throat dry. It felt like sandpaper coated my esophagus. My eyes started to tear up again.

"Bakugō," fuckin' alien almost whispers. She slowly places her hand on my shoulder and I don't shove it away. I only clench my teeth, and I see stupid Sero look at me sadly. I was finally at the front and I saw Aizawa-sensei kneeling down in front of you. I couldn't see your face, but you were on your hand and knees. No one could see your face. Aizawa made sure of that.

"I need everyone to leave and go to their rooms. Now!" Sensei demanded. Then four-eyes pushes everyone away. It was obvious he didn't want to, but he still did it. I didn't give a fuck.

"Hell no, what the fuck is happening?!" I ask and there is a strangled sound in front of everyone. It was you. And I tried to silently clear my throat. The smell of blood was only making my lungs worse.

"I agree, this is serious!" pink cheeks says. Tears in her eyes, red rimmed.

"Which is exactly why I need you all to leave," Aizawa pressed. I could see the anger fuming off his body, and it only meant something was seriously wrong.

"But—" pink cheeks started but Aizawa flared at everyone, his hair rising as his quirk activated. His eyes glowed a bright red and it was the scariest I've ever seen him, except for a few times in battle.

"NO! Get out. Everyone is making it worse. Paramedics are on the way,"

"PARAMEDICS?!" everyone yells. I roll my eyes and felt a gurgle in my chest. And then there was a splattering sound. It was you. You spit up more blood and it poured out of your nose. I wanted to leave before everyone found out I probably needed the hospital too. Four-eyes pushed everyone away as the paramedics came rushing in. I tried to get past him but Kirishima grabbed me.

"LET ME GO!" I yells as everyone held me back.

Kirishima whispered harshly in my ear, "No! This is serious and you can't see him. I know you're in lots of pain, but you need to let them do their job!" I got more mad. I got mad because he was right. I watched as a gurney came through the door and Aizawa-sensei swiftly brought you to your feet, basically picking you up.

My eyes widened. I stopped struggling after looking at your face. Blood slipped out of your nose rapidly, and it seemed like blood was in your mouth. You looked dazed and tears spilled from your face. It broke my heart. I never thought I'd say some sappy, depressing shit like that, but here you go. You being in so much pain hurt... it hurt more than my hanahaki. You had a cut near your temple as well, so you were losing lots of blood. And looking at the blood made me slightly projectile vomit blood.

It fell to the ground, and everyone trying to stop me from freaking out actually started to freak out. They backed up, and mumbled holy shits and oh no's. I felt Sensei's eyes on me as you were being lifted onto the stretcher. He came over towards me and everyone naturally backed up, except Kirishima. He let go of me, but helped me stay steady on my feet. "You're coming with me," he firmly stated. It wasn't a question. But I didn't care.

"I'm fine."

"Oh really? What the hell is this then?" he asked me. I didn't answer. "With me, now."

So I had to travel with him. No arguments. He threatened to expel me, and for some reason, I believed him. I really did because I saw in his eyes that he meant it.

As we were walking away, I saw Present Mic and Midnight walk into the room. They were worried, but they were good at hiding it. I guess that's what it takes to be a hero. I feel like I don't have that. So, we walked to his car. More like swiftly lunged because he was apparently worried for me too. I got in the front seat with him and he started the car.

     "I'm fine!" I stress again, but he just looks at me. He didn't say anything but his expression was cold, with a fondness that I've never had from a teacher. It was weird, and I hated that he cared so much.

"You and Midoriya go out, and come back throwing up blood? That's not fine to me,"

"We don't know why that idiot is throwing up blood!" I groaned as we started on the road. As we come to a stop light, Aizawa looks at me with a knowing look. His brows were furrowed in thought, and his mouth slightly opens before he speaks.

"But, you know why you are," Aizawa said, the light turning green as we start driving again. I became quiet, which gave him all the answers he needed. There were still some unanswered.

     "It doesn't fucking matter," I huffed, arms crossed looking out the window. Aizawa wanted to slap the attitude out of me, but that wouldn't work even if he wanted it too.

     "Yes it does, Bakugō. This is serious," Aizawa stated.

     "I know that!"

     It was quiet in the car, and Aizawa finally asked the question. "What's wrong with you?" well, this question. I knew what he meant, but I didn't want to answer. I've hid it for so long, and now everything was unraveling and I'd start spiraling. I felt so frustrated I felt the itch in the back of my throat grow. It's almost like my own damn body knows to sabotage me!

     "Don't worry about it," I grit. I swear he steps on the breaks so fast I could have gone flying out of my seat, but we were at a stop light. I look at him and he's pissed. He had that scary mom look, and I was suddenly even more scared than I was before.

     "I will worry. I do worry, Bakugō. This is serious. I don't know why you don't understand that."

     "I do UNDERSTAND! I just can't do anything without loosing everything!" I yelled. I felt hot and tempered. Fucking Aizawa was annoying me to my limit. But I didn't notice my eyes becoming watery. "Everyday I think that: today's the day I might die! But I don't and I have to anticipate if I'm getting worse, which is seriously fucking terrifying!" he just stared at me blankly before stepping on the petal again. We drive and he sighs heavily.

     "Why won't you tell anyone? This is your health we're talking about. That's the most important thing,"

     "Because... I don't know what people would think of me. And I've done some fucked up shit in my life... and I don't deserve forgiveness! My life won't matter soon enough—"

     "STOP!" Sensei yelled. We arrived at the hospital, but we weren't moving just yet. Not until he finished whatever the hell he has to say. "Your life does matter! A lot! To me, to your friends, especially Midoriya,"

I didn't think it did. But if I was going to die anyway, I might as well say fuck the word. "I have hanahaki."