Hanahaki Disease: The Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from unrequited love, where the patient's throat will fill up with flowers, they will then proceed to throw, and cough up the petals, (sometimes even the whole flowers). One of the only ways for the disease to 'disappear' is if the said person returns the feeling (it can't be resolved with friendship, it has to be genuine feelings of love). The infection can also be removed through surgery, though the feelings disappear along with the petals. If they choose neither options, or the feeling is not returned in time, then the patient's lungs will fill up with too flowers, and will eventually suffocate. There is no specific flower for the disease, but it'll either be the crush's favourite type of flower, or their favourite colour. We can only hope for the patients, and pray that the crush's favourite flower isn't a type of rose. I'm stuck with this shit disease. Bakugou Katsuki, the one and only, is being killed by fucking flowers. And it's all that Shitty-Hair's fault. I'm getting sick of fucking roses. ⚠️DISCLAIMERS⚠️ - None of the art is mine. - Contains swearing thanks to our beloved Bakugou. -Is very gay. IF U DONT LIKE THIS SHIT AND CAME HERE TO ATTACK THEN GO AWAY, although I would always appreciate constructive criticism. CONSTRUCTIVE. If you are looking for some more juicy KiriBaku fanfics, then I would highly recommend: -2am knows all secrets -Roses are red They are literally the best okay enjoy 😉

(Completed) Falling in love was easy; keeping it wasn't. We started off as friends. Slowly we realised we liked each other. Then a kiss. Which turned into date, and another date until; 'So you're my boyfriend, and I'm yours.' If only it could've stayed that easy, it didn't; Coming out, Telling parents, First time, Judgment, Separation. 'It was impossible not to love Red. I just watched him as he excitedly and passionately talked about his favourite things, and couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of joy. I just admired the way his smile brightened when he saw something pretty, or the way he scratched the back of his head when he was slightly nervous but wanted to be casual, or the way he was just so amazing at making me feel happy. His whole being just caused me to lose myself in my love for him. It had taken me so long to ever feel this strongly about someone, but Red did it so effortlessly. He was the one person that had taken down all my walls, the one person that I could feel truly me with. It just made me so grateful to be sitting across the table with such an amazing person, who didn't even know how beautiful he looked.' So much stuff happens in the story but please give it a read, it's not just a typical cliche romance. Smut occasionally and I guess serious themes such as homophobia and bullying.