Erasermic hanahaki "Only You"

Your Heart

Nemuri's POV:

Hamako eventually gave up on trying to fight against me and stormed out of the apartment building. As soon as she left, I remembered Shota and Hizashi and I rushed to the roof. "Oh my god, I hope they are okay." As soon as I got up there, I saw a sight that sent shivers down my spine. Hizashi was frantically crying and cradling Shota's limp body. I didn't believe it. I pulled out my phone and called an ambulance. I then ran over to them.

"Shota... no." I then started crying with the blond. I couldn't believe it, I wouldn't. "Nemuri... I was too late...." He tried to make out as he sniffled. He then went straight to crying again. "PLEASE GOD! I CAN'T LOOSE HIM! PLEASE, HE CAN'T LEAVE!" He then yelled. Losing my best friend and my little brother was the worst thing I've ever felt, but it was 100 times worst for Hizashi.

[10 minutes later]

Nemuri's POV:

Emergency services soon came and they had to drag Hizashi away from Shota. I thought he was gonna blow all their eardrums out. As they got him in the ambulance, me and Hizashi scrambled into my car and followed the ambulance best we could. The whole way there, Hizashi was biting his nails and pulling at his hair. He occasionally looked like he was going to have a panic attack and would just start silently crying instead. This was all in the 13 minutes it took to get there.

When we finally got there, they told us to stay in the waiting room, which didn't go over well with Hizashi. It took a lot of talking to him to finally get him to stop trying to fight the desk worker and to stay in the waiting room. We were there for 45 excruciating minutes before they got him on life support and he was stable. We were finally able to see him. Hizashi looked so worried, he had no patience and I knew that was killing him. We were walking back to the room and all I could think to do is put my hand on his shoulder and assure him Shota would be alright in the end.... even though I wasn't sure myself that he would be.

3rd person POV:

"It'll be okay. Shota's pretty tough, it takes a lot to bring him down." It didn't seem to help though. Hizashi couldn't hear Nemuri. He was too focused on Shota. When the got to the room, Hizashi rushed in first and looked like he was gonna cry again when he saw all the tubes connected to the barely living man. "Shota..." He hurried to the side of the bed and looked at him. "Why didn't you tell me? Why?" The nurse left at that point and the doctor came in.

"Pro heroes Present Mic and Midnight." They both nodded and looked at the doctor. "Shota Aizawa is in critical condition. He has stage 5 hanahaki and is in a coma." Hizashi listened intensively, even if ever word the doctor said slowly broke his heart. "All we can do is give him surgery to remove the flowers from his lungs, but even at that, there is a very small chance of survival." The color drained from Hizashi's face and he looked over at Shota again. The flowers sprouting out of his neck were haunting.

The doctor and Nemuri talked while the now silent blond continued to stand next to Shota. He grabbed his lifeless hand and he just held it for a good 5 minutes before the doctor came up to him and told him he had to leave the room so they could perform surgery. "Please save him. Please." The doctor hesitantly nodded and Hizashi let go of Shota's hand before leaving.

[Time skip]

3rd person POV:

Nemuri and Hizashi were once again in the waiting room. Hizashi picked at his nail polish and checking ever few minutes for the doctor. Nemuri was looking down at her lap, feeling guilty for not telling Hizashi about Shota's hanahaki. They didn't speak to each other at all  and the minutes turned to hours. "When the hell are they going to be done?!?! I'm going to rip out my fucking hair!" Hizashi stood up, yelling. "It's so unfair! Why god?!?! TAKE ME INSTEAD! ITS MY FAULT!"

He looked up at the bright and sterile hospital lights, angry tears falling down his face. Nemuri just looked up and felt even more shameful. She got up and hugged Hizashi, rubbing his back and trying to comfort him. Hizashi just cried into her shoulder. At that moment, the doctor walked out with their head down. Hizashi turned around as soon as he heard the door open, but his face dropped as soon as he saw the doctors face.

"Mr. Yamada... I'm so sorry...Shota Aizawa did not make it." There was silence. "That's not funny doc." Hizashi said, molding a smile on his face like molding half dried clay. He was still trying to convince himself that Shota was okay. That he was invincible. The doctor hung his head and sighed. "I'm sorry..." He hesitantly headed back towards the room, gesturing for Nemuri and Hizashi to follow. Nemuri solemnly did so. Only when she got to the door did she look back to see Hizashi had not moved.

"Are you coming?" He nodded slowly and walked to her. They got to the room and they walked in. The shocked blond walked over to the body and sniffled. "Hey... Shota." He touches his arm slightly. There was no response. "It's me, Hizashi Yamada. Your best friend since 15.... the man who loves you the most." Tears trickled down his face and he smiled. "I'm here... please..." Still no response. Nemuri, who was just watching, couldn't take seeing this and ran out of the room, bursting into tears.

Hizashi's face slowly contorted into a frown. "Sho... you have to wake up." The dark haired male was growing colder, with no sign of movement. Hizashi touched his face, staring at Shota's closed eyelids, expecting them to flutter open any minute. "Wake up!" Hizashi felt a cold wind blow at him. The sterile hospital lights seemed to burn him and grow sinister. The walls were closing in on him. He fell to his knees and rested his head on the edge of the bed, sobbing. "I'm so sorry baby, I'm so sorry."

[Time skip]

Hizashi had been there for a while before he was asked to leave. He just got up silently and walked to the door before opening it. As soon as he got out into the hallway, he saw his purple haired friend on the floor, her knees hugged to her chest and her head in her knees. She sobbed a few times, and then hiccuped. *Hiccup, hiccup* He slowly approached her and placed his hand on her head. She looked up to see him try to smile. It was painful looking and didn't last long before it involuntary turned back to a frown.

She stood up. "I'm so sorry Hizashi. It's all my fault... if only I told you..." The blonds face slowly turned to a confused one. He frowned and raised his eyebrow. "Told me what...? You knew? You knew!?" "Hizashi I-" "You're right! THIS IS YOUR FAULT!" She stuttered to say something, but Hizashi looked away, before heading towards the exit. "I'm so sorry..." She said, staring off where he left.

[A week later]

3rd person POV:

It had been a week since that fateful day in the hospital. Not 24 hours after Shota had been pronounced dead, police found Hamako's dead body outside the apartment building on a alleyway bench. All Hizashi said when he was given the news was "Well I guess Shota was right..." remembering the time Shota had mentioned the dangers of sleeping alone downtown. As unheroic as it sounds, he could care less if Hamako was dead. All he could think about was Shota. Nemuri had planned Shota's whole funeral without the help of Hizashi. He had spent the whole week mourning in his apartment.

Today was the day of the funeral and Nemuri was going to pick up Hizashi and take him. There was going to be a memorial service and almost the whole school was going to attend. The blond, however, was no longer in his apartment. He woke up early that morning and took a bus as far out and away from town as he could get and was now walking along side of a lonely road. He had spent the whole day walking along the roads and stopped at a bridge, looking at the now setting sun.

The blond stood at the edge of the bridge. It was quiet, peaceful, on the almost deserted roads that lead up to here. He watches the sun gently and beautifully reflect off the water and glossy rocks below. As he observed his surroundings, he saw a small Chicory growing among the river bank. The small purple flower thrived and blossomed, showing off it's beauty, even though it was subject to the violent waters. It, as many other things, reminded Hizashi of him... of his dear Shota. The only difference now, was that maybe, maybe, if he just reached a bit farther- *splash*

~The End~