Thorned Love (Kirishima x Bakugo) (Hanahaki Disease)

The Final Petal Drops

Kirishima kicked the flower across the alleyway and wiped the blood around his mouth, but Bakugo left him no time to clean up the blood on the floor as he strolled back around the corner, the Villain he was chasing slung over his shoulder. The Red Riot looked over to his teammate, anxiously awaiting his comment about the blood, but Bakugo paid it no mind and nodded over to Kirishima's Villain on the floor. Kirishima picked up the man, and walked side by side with Bakugo to the police station.

After they had dropped off the two men, they made their way to their team building nearby to change. Back in their regular clothes, Bakugo turned to his friend, "Wanna grab food? We can do the paperwork tomorrow." Kirishima accepted his simple offer, and the pair made their way over to their favourite takeaway place.

After placing their orders, Kirishima pulled his wallet out of his red and black backpack that he often took with him to work. He planned to pay for both of their meals, considering Bakugo had somewhat saved him from the Villain during the fight. "Yo Kirishima, look over there, there's a dog that kinda looks like you", said Bakugo abruptly. Kirishima paused his payment to look outside the restaurant window, but he didn't see a single dog.

Beep.

The red head looked back over to Bakugo to find him sheepishly grinning as his card hovered over the scanner. Kirishima ignored the scratchy feeling in his throat and chest, "Come on man! I was supposed to pay this one, especially after your little trick when saving my ass. It's not very manly to let the person who saved your life pay for the meal!" He threw a soft, little punch to Bakugo's shoulder and laughed. Bakugo let out a rare, half smile and ruffled Kirishima's, gelled hair so that it almost sat down in it's natural state. Almost.

"Bro! It takes three entire minutes for this to dry every morning!" Kirishima attempted to brush the hair back upwards, but Bakugo's firm hands had done their damage.

They received their food and Bakugo grabbed the plastic bag, heading out towards the exit, "Oh you'll live, shitty-hair. Besides, I prefer your hair down. It makes you look as kind as you actually are."

Kirishima responded to the compliment with silence. Not because he was embarrassed or shy, but because his chest held a ringing pain that pulsed up into his neck and head, and he was doing his best not to cry out in pain.

After an excruciating stroll home, Kirishima rushed over to his room while Bakugo set the table to eat. He made sure to lock the door of his room behind him, and he tucked one of his shirts into the crack under the door in an attempt to muffle the sound as much as possible. He felt his airways start to clog up, and he reached for the little bin in his room.

The exhausting and painful process began again, and Kirishima wasn't sure if he would live through this one. Just like last time, there were several seconds, even sometimes an entire minute of where he couldn't breathe. At first, a few petals fluttered out, but after a few more coughs and sputters, a head of a flower burst out from his lungs, soaked with blood. But the coughing didn't stop. He continued heaving over the bin while another flower head was released from his throat. And then a third came out, and a fourth. It wouldn't stop.

A faint knocking appeared on the door, but Kirishima didn't care to answer. The ringing in his ears was louder than anything else happening around him, and his attention returned to the fear in his heart and the disease in his lungs. His throat felt raw and bloody, and he was scared of the permanent damage this could be doing to him. He desperately gasped for air when he felt a fifth flower begin to block his airway.

In the background, his door handle shook once, twice. A silence followed the door handle, but only briefly, before a violent explosion removed the handle completely, and Bakugo appeared behind the damaged door. He burst into the room and knelt down beside Kirishima, who continued to pay him no mind. "What's happening? Why are you-" Bakugo paused as he noticed the mess inside the bin. Filled quarter of the way with blood, and another quarter of the way with petals and flowers and leaves and thorns.

Bakugo reached out to touch Kirishima's face but was stopped by his friend's hand. Kirishima's grip tightened on Bakugo's hand with his hardening quirk, and the fifth flower finally entered his throat. He coughed, bringing more blood to spurt and drip out of his mouth. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Bakugo's eyes hyper-focus on him, fear flooding them - a sight rarer than gold.

He coughed a second time, and felt the flower move up his throat. He sensed it was almost over, this was the final flower. Another cough released a few petals, and also seemed to spark movement in Bakugo. He tore his wrist from Kirishima's iron grip, not caring for any damage he did to himself, and used his hand to slap Kirishima's back. It was a weird action at first, but a second hit to the back of his lungs dislodged the flower from his throat and forced it outwards.

Kirishima could finally breathe, and he sad back, leaning against his wall to catch his breath. "What the FUCK was THAT?" shouted Bakugo. Kirishima smiled, although, he wasn't sure why. Perhaps it was relief that he lived, or perhaps it was because Bakugo saved him once again. After Kirishima didn't respond, Bakugo spoke again in a much sterner tone, "I'm taking you to the hospital. Right now."

A/N:
Sorry it's been so long, I've had some big exams happening. More chapters are coming very soon! Love you all!