A Kamibaku story. I dunno where this is going but it's going somewhere, ima make shit up along the way.

A Hanahaki Kaminari and Kirishima story WARNING: blood due to the hanahaki disease, some violent acts, and death Denki Kaminari is in love with his best friend, Eijiro Kirishima, but what is he supposed to do when he starts coughing up... petals? How could he know if Kirishima even likes him? After all, he's been spending a lot of time around Bakugo as of late, what if he gets to Kiri before him? With all these thoughts swirling in his head the hanahaki just keeps getting worse to the point where he needs to lie to his best friend at every turn. So now he's dying and everything's going wrong and everyone seems to find out no matter how hard he tries to hide it, it's frustrating and annoying, all he wants to do is get a boyfriend , is that too much to ask?

Kaminari is kidnapped, Class A doesn't take it well.

In this universe, small marks appear on your soulmates body wherever you've been injured. If your soulmates a male, stars, fire, skulls, and basic shapes. If your soulmate is female, hearts, flowers, ladybugs, and butterflies. Katsuki had been hiding the fact that his soulmate was a male for a long time. Around the age of 5, marks had started showing up on his body, stars, fire, skulls. Showing up on his knees, hands, elbows. His soulmate had been quite a clumsy one. The blonde felt ashamed, ashamed that his soulmate wasn't a girl, ashamed that he was the only one in his friend-group that had a male as his soulmate. He kept the marks hidden, using make up and a body marker. He made sure that no one ever saw his marks if they weren't hidden. that was until one faithful day.

Katsuki was on his way back to the dorms after a hard work out when a sweet voice comes from the window of a familiar dunce face.

(Please do not make sexual jokes/innuendos in my comments, it makes me extremely uncomfortable so I'd really appreciate it if it stopped. Thank you.) ||The fear of love (or falling in love) phobia is known as Philophobia.|| Katsuki had always resented the thought of love, thought it a risk and a waste of time. He wouldn't say it aloud, but he was petrified of loving. The simple thought of ever falling for a single soul made him nauseous. But no one knew that. No one. So how the fuck did he end up here in his bed at 9 PM thinking about stupid ass fucking Dunce Face. He fucking loved that little shit, of all the fucking people. He could've chosen anyone, but no. He fell for fucking Denki Kaminari. || Be aware that this story contains panic attacks and swearing, if that triggers you, I'd advise to not read this.||

Denki was a lot smarter than people gave him credit for. He knew everything when it came to literature, he was multilingual. Denki could tell you anything you needed to know about brain chemistry and down to the smallest detail of how it worked. He could explain how to stitch someone's wounds, he could walk someone through how to temporarily mend bones. If you gave him the right math equation, he could knock it out within a minute. Denki, evidentl1y, was in some ways, smarter than many people thought. Alternatively; Five times Denki displayed his knowledge and people used it, and one time people came to him for it. Warning: This contains BakuKami, slight SeroIida, MomoJiro and Izocha. If any of these make you uncomfortable please do not read. This contains very slight gore, it mentions bone and punctured skin. The reactions of the scenes also may not be entirely correct.

Katsuki is the fastest Vampire. Eijiro is the strongest Wolf. Oh and Kaminari? He's just a human........... A very important human.

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The title is a dumb Starbucks quote I saw the other day, that I instantly thought of when writing this. Anyways who doesn't love a cute coffee shop AU, hm? So, my dear BakuKami lovers, enjoy this short and awkward piece of trash I created.