Hinaya helped Y/N stand up, leaving her room to change. Y/N washed her face, looking at her face in the mirror. It was around 8 and they had to get ready for class, Y/N stared at the reflection of herself. She knew it was her but it wasn't Y/N, this person looking back at her was tired, sore and in pain.
She left the bathroom, changing into her uniform. She tried to fix her hair, only having the strength to comb it and not even properly. The scratch on her neck had healed over night, only leaving her insides to suffer. No matter how much she wiped her face, her mouth continued to fill and rise with blood and petals. Hinaya came inside, handing her a mask to wear.
"Here, so no one sees. I'll tell the teachers something"
Y/N nodded, putting the mask on. She secured it, making sure it was still behind her ears and not loose. The two walked out, Hinaya grabbing her friend's hand and leading her to the kitchen.
"Can you eat?" Hinaya asked softly.
Y/N shrugged, she patted her throat. Motioning something.
"I'm going to take that as an I don't know" she said, she grabbed a piece of fresh toast, handing it to her. Their other classmates were leaving and finishing breakfast, having the two girls be last.
Y/N pulled the mask down, taking a bite from the toast. She swallowed, feeling the piece of bread scrape against the vines in her throat. The pain was too much and she put the toast back on the plate, she walked to the trash can, coughing a full rose. Hinaya sighed tiredly, going to help Y/N.
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Y/N was low on energy the entire first half of school. During math, she asked to use the restroom. Hinaya had kept a close eye on her and she started getting stressed. With school work and a sick friend, she was loosing it.
Y/N walked down the hallway, hearing the faint sound of chatter. She ignored it, thinking that it was probably some teachers or other students passing by. Y/N continued straight, she turned the corner, stopping dead in her tracks.
She saw their lips connect, part and connect for a second time.
"She'll be fine...just take your mind off of it"
"But"
"She's okay"
Those familiar voices rang in her head, one ruff and deep the other low and quiet. His eyes moved towards her, only hearing the speeding clacking of shoes. He saw the fabric of a school uniform blazer and skirt fly past.
He moved from under the other's hold, looking around the corner. He saw a line of blood drops on the floor, both boys looked at each other, following the path of red. At the end of the hall, the saw the legs and feet of a girl. They weakly moved, seeing as part of the front half began lifting up. They rushed to her, eyes widened in pure shock and horror.
"Y/N! Bakugo, call the ambulance!" he said, going by her side.
"On it."
"Hey, hey, Y/N stay awake." His voice said, Y/N's tired eyes looked up, seeing a spiky set of red hair in her blurred vision. She coughed, blood coming from her mouth. Mass amounts of petals flew out, he grabbed her body, picking her up.
"Kir-"
"Yeah, it's me. You'll be fine!" He said, his voice cracking. He looked at Bakugo, the two sharing a nod. Kirishima gave him a peck on the cheek, flinching when he heard a series of choking and gags from Y/N. He began running to Recovery Girl's office, banging on the door.
"Dear! Who is it!"
"Eijiro Kirishima, Recovery Girl I need you to open the door, please!" He shouted, tears beginning to pour from his eyes. His blazer now stained with red, petals sticking to it.
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