bakukiri oneshots

🥀 Bloody Roses 🥀

Hanahaki Disease AU
Angst
Fluff
Light NSFW content (lime)
Suggestive content/language

Kirishima was hanging with his best friend Bakugou when he had to rush to the bathroom all of a sudden. The blonde was surprised when the redhead stood up suddenly and just bolted to the bathroom without a word, slamming the door shut and locking it right afterwards with no hesitation.

The shark-toothed male knew it was risky, hanging out with him. In his house. Alone. Just. The. Two. Of. Them.

God, his heart sped up the moment Bakugou invited him over the phone. Right after the phone call, he had to cough up multiple petals from just thinking about going over to the blonde's house to spend time with him.

Yeah, major risk.

But he thought, maybe he could go a day without thinking anything. Without feeling anything. Without looking at the pretty blonde. Without hearing his low, teasing voice that he used only around the redhead. Without touching the blonde when he swung his arm around his shoulder or when he hugged him.

Basically, he thought he could go a day without being gay. And he's now realizing that he was very wrong as he doubles over once more, coughing hysterically over the toilet, tears blurring and only see red in front of him. From the petals or from the blood, he couldn't exactly tell.

He knew he could take surgery, have the flower growing inside of him gone. He knew he could even take pills, to numb his feelings. But he didn't want that. Kirishima liked the way Bakugou made him feel. The way his heart skipped a beat when he looked into his eyes. The way it sped up when the blonde would get close. The way it stopped when he said his name. He liked the way his stomach would flip when the blonde smirked. Or the butterflies he'd get inside his stomach when the blonde complimented the redhead. He liked it. He liked all of it. And if he got surgery, then he'd never be able to feel it again.

Just thinking about him made him cough up more petals. That's when the redhead's eyes widened.

Thorn. There's another thorn, isn't there?

And he was right. There was another thorn in his throat. He hacked, gagged, a hand clawing at his throat as the other hardened slightly and gripped the toilet seat. He had the Hanahaki Disease for quite some time, meaning the flower had been growing and growing that now, thorns would get caught in his throat.

Warm, fat tears rolled down his face as he sobbed pathetically, choking immediately afterwards. He wished he had the guts, the courage, to confess to the blonde. That way, he would know how the other felt. Right now, the redhead felt that his feelings were unrequited. He didn't know how the blonde actually felt but he also somehow just knew he couldn't see the redhead how the redhead saw him. Another reason why he wished he'd confessed to the blonde was so the blonde could confirm his suspicion. Because if he did, then maybe taking that surgery wouldn't be such a bad idea.

He felt a sharp prick on his throat, releasing a silent cry and gagged and hacked once more, spitting out blood and bloody rose petals. Because of his severe coughing, he missed the knock that was made on the bathroom door.

The redhead peered down at the now red toilet. He was surprised when he learned that the flower you got from Hanahaki Disease was the person you had feelings for's favorite. He didn't peg Bakugou to be a rose kind of person. Especially not a red one. Maybe a black rose. But a red one? One that symbolizes romance and beauty and all things intimate? Hah. Never in a million years.

The thorns pressed harder against his throat, making him choke and sob pathetically once more. The redhead didn't understand why this hurt so much than the other times. Until he rubbed his throat and felt the thorn shift inside, realizing that he had shifted thorns, not a thorn. He whimpered. The boy had two thorns pressing against the inside of his throat on the same spot.