𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑙❥ᵏ.ᵇᵃᵏᵘᵍᵒ

Hopeless Romantic

6 days

HE KNOCKED ON THE PORCELAIN door that was supposedly (Last Name)'s room. He felt like absolute shit that he couldn't do anything in return for (Name). He knew she wasn't okay, that she wasn't as strong as she used to be. He knew that she was struggling, that she kept her head up for him. He knew that she wasn't alright, that she was so tired.

(Name) wanted to be set free like her tears. She was tired of her cage, confined to her disease, dependence and perfection. Like a prisoner in her cell. Only she had done nothing wrong, her only crime was existing. Love is a demon in disguise, that preyed on her health, and took her body.

Too many thoughts raced in his mind. Like a crowd of people running frantic in a burning theatre, each one giving a reason to be scared. His anxiety was his master and he was the slave, a mere possession for its own intentions. To mould and shape as it see fits. He was the masterpiece of his anxiety, why would it leave, when it can haunt his life and change his thoughts? He heard it giggle in his dreams, behind the curtains where it was not visible. It was taunting him. It took his joy.

Her love for him couldn't be denied. As she was dying, lungs full of petals, her throat cut deep from the stinging of thorns. He didn't notice. Coughing up flowers, her dumb love stain on the floor. She dreamed of love when she was young. But now that she felt it, all she could feel now were flowers in her lungs. She could cut it out but she would lose feelings for him. Around him, she showed love and care, but around her, his face lacked emotion. He made the the flower bloom in her heart, but as beautiful as it sounded, it suffocated her.

Inside the plain room was (Name) on a lifeline. Her beautiful h/c strands laid out neatly on her pillow. She looked worn out. She looked peaceful, like a she was having a pleasant dream.

Inside her fantasy he twirled her around with his soft hands tangled in her h/c hair. His eyes on her in the golden mornings and the moonlit nights. Every morning she woke in his arms. Every night they fell asleep watching the stars. But now her life was on schedule. Warm summers turned to cold winters. Spring wont come for her. Her dawns and sunsets spent in the bathroom. Her heart worn on the soles of her feet.

"(Name)," his unusually soft voice called out to her.

Nothing. All she could see were petals. Her stomach had become his garden. His smiles bloomed inside of her, his voice blossomed like a morning glory.

"Why..didn't you tell me?" He clutched the roses in his hands as he stared at her figure, his blond spikes falling over his eyes.

Hanahaki
An illness borne of unrequited love.

The clenching of his heart tightened as his tears finally broke free from his eyes. He let out a silent scoff before gently placing the bouquet on the side table. His muscles tensed up then calmed down only to tense again. In her light, he learned how to love. He couldn't express his thoughts exactly. So he mumbles inaudibly and left his decision on the brink. He couldn't decide if he should drop his pride and break down in front of her. But fear far worse rises of sad surprises and having to let her go. So he stood back though he felt her close and tried to let her be. But he couldn't forget the words she said to him.

"I love you, Katsuki Bakugo,"

If she could see a peek of what's inside his mind, then she'll know all thoughts of her are kind. He didn't want to feel a pain so real, especially not her. Never mind the potential ulterior motives she knew every word he said were true. He swore that he couldn't miss her more when she wasn't here. He managed to fight back his fears when she held him. When it ends, as it inevitably will, and she feels nothing but pain, he will soften his tone, and hold her in his arms once more.