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Six days.

Less than a week now, and today she showed up with a flower for both boys. A yarrow for Kirishima, and a yellow tulip for her slowly fading crush.

The way his cherry eyes lit up as he handed her the astilbe, her heart fluttered as she cautiously took the flower.

This time, Izuku watched the interaction between those two. And he felt happy when his usually indifferent friend showed a pleasant look on her face.

He saw the fond look when she twirled the pale pink flower between her fingers.

And, he happily watched as she pulled out another flower from her bag, slightly crushed, he took the flower from her cold fingers.

She let out a small cough as she walked past his desk. A stray petal falling onto Izuku's desk.

Picking it up, he carefully examined it. Realization hit him like a train. He stood up and grabbed his friends wrist, shoving the petal in her face.

Her eyes widen, and she quickly shuts down his questions, and accusations.

When Aizawa walked in, he was forced to leave it alone.

Kirishima looked into her hurting eyes as she sat down, wishing he could help her poor soul.

Six days until the class wondered why two students were missing.

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