(The art in the cover is NOT mine)
It all started a few days ago...
Kaminari watched from the sidelines as Jirou talked with the girls about what their plans were for the upcoming weekend. Jirou seemed to be happier and more ecstatic than normal, it...
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Notes: I hope ya don't mind if I added that there. I felt like doodling a little soem soem. I don't know if I want to continue doing this because I don't really like my art :/ ANYWHO I hope you enjoy chapter 10. Oh my God I just realized I spelt my own goddamn username wrong when signing my art. It was 3:00 a.m. don't @ me.
Edit: ew, my art has improved I swear-
Chapter 10
It was now Friday once again. One week since Kaminari's disease manifested.
For the past couple days it was obvious his health was getting worse. He was eating less and looked tired all the time. Yet... he still knew how to put a smile on his face. Though he was paranoid for the future, he would be able to crack a genuine smile quite often, or sometimes he would have to force it.
His condition was getting worse though. It was starting to become more difficult to breathe for him. His lungs were going against his demands and the pain was only starting to worsen. He had started coughing way more petals then the normal amount he used to. But he would also get a little sharp pain every now and then in his lungs.
Kaminari sat in his desk waiting patiently for the teacher to come into the classroom as usual. His eyes felt heavy like lead, like they could close at any moment and his mind would go into an unconscious state in a matter of second. But he wouldn't allow that to happen, as much as he wanted to give in, he couldn't. He needed to stay awake for his damn classes if he wants to be a pro one day. That is if there was a "one day".
Jirou sat beside him silently in her seat staring straight ahead. Her head was rested on her arms and she looked like she was being eaten alive by boredom itself. Kaminari didn't pay much attention to her though. Jirou was still pretty concerned for him still. Of course, she always wanted to help a friend in need, but everytime she asked Kaminari what was wrong he gave her the same excuse. "I'm just tired that's all." She rolled her eyes at that excuse every time.
She didn't want to pry but boy was her curiosity getting the best of her. She pushed it down with all her strength though, trying her hardest to ignore the urge to find out what's wrong and provide help or comfort at least.
Kirishima and Sero tried their best to act as normal as they could, but honestly, watching a friend cough up flower petals wasn't an everyday thing you see. Especially if in the end the flowers will fill up his lungs. There were times where were they would actually be pretty anxious because they don't know what's on hold for their future, but they had to stay strong for their friend group and for Kaminari.
There was a lot of chatter in the morning and everyone seemed to be doing their own thing.
Only until the homeroom teacher came into the classroom. Everyone quickly shuffled to their seats and the talking died down. Silence stretches across the room in a short matter of time because they knew how much Mr. Aizawa hated when time was wasted. So they tend to hurry and follow instructions when given.
