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"Hanahaki. It's a disease caused by unrequited love, wherein flowers grow inside your chest and cover up your respiratory system, making the host cough up petals and blood until you die."

Peter was silent for a moment. He was sitting beside her. Mask in hand, his head hung low, just looking at the pile of petals and blood. Everything was still a blur for him, so he replied with a low tone. "How long have you had this?"

"A few years."

Peter winced at her reply. She had been hiding her disease for years and didn't tell him? Peter tried to remain cool, hoping she could explain more. There had to be a reason why she hid it from him and their friends. Everything she does after all was for a reason. "Why didn't you tell any of us you've had this for so long? We could've helped you."

She sighed. "Peter, even if I told you guys, there's nothing you can do." Even though he couldn't see her face, the sadness was laced in her voice.

"What do you mean that there's nothing we can do? There has to be a cure for that!"

"It's isn't that simple, Peter." She stood up from her bed facing him, making Peter look up at her. "It's either I get surgery or... or my love gets requited. And surgery doesn't always work."

He scoffed, "So you plan on giving up?"

"I'm doing the surgery. Pepper has already talked to Stephen and Christine about it. I'm getting the surgery by the end of the week."

"But you said it yourself that the surgery doesn't always work! Y/n the best chance you have is getting your love requited." As if that wasn't the most obvious answer. Y/n almost laughed, if only he knew. There was a time she did thought of that. Try and come between MJ and Peter to save herself from the heartbreak and the disease. Maybe she could do that? Be selfish for once. After all, all her life she had been used to giving, sharing, putting others before herself. But the little voice at the back of her mind was keeping her from doing so. She couldn't do that to MJ. Most specially, she couldn't do that to Peter. She had always been at the side, watching him pine over MJ ever since she became more open to their little friend group.

"Who is it then? Who did you fall in love with?" his tone was cold, and it chilled Y/n to the bone.

"You knowing who it is won't make a difference. He's already in love with someone else."

"Then maybe he'll listen to reason. Y/n, you're dying!" he stood up, there was a glint of hope in his eyes and Y/n's heart ached. If anything, she didn't want to see that hopeful glint in his eyes. It would only hurt more to tell him the whole truth. "Maybe if me and the others can talk to this guy, we can – "

"Pete."

"—We can try and make him fall in love with you! Then-then you're cured! You'll be back to normal."

"Pete." She whispered softly, begging him to stop. But Peter continued to ramble on, walking around her room in a quick pace.

"Or we can try and introduce you to some suitors! Speed dating, you know? You'll fall in love with someone else and maybe your love gets requited back!"

"Peter! It doesn't work that way, okay!" Y/n finally found her voice. She couldn't take it anymore. If Peter continued with his hopeful rambling, it'll become harder and harder to tell him the truth. The despairful truth is better revealed than hiding it behind a hopeful lie. "Hanahaki doesn't work that way. Love doesn't work that way! You can't just beg someone to fall in love with me!"

He turned hot on his heel. "Then what am I supposed to do? Watch you die?"

"That's not what I'm—"

"Then what, Y/n?! I'm trying to give possible options that might work and-and you just turn them down!"

"That's because it won't work!" Her tone matched his. The two were overlapping each other in the heated argument, the loud voices in their heads are all over the place. "Peter, the only solution to this is the surgery. The guy is too far gone. He's in love, Pete. And the one he's dating is in love too. I can't ruin what they have. They're too good for each other."

The air between them became calm, a bit more relaxed because of the sincerity in Y/n's voice. He can tell that she truly loves the guy. Y/n was willing to sacrifice herself and her love for the sake of the two. And it didn't matter if she was the one who has to suffer just so they could be together. But Peter isn't having it.

"Tell me." He gave her a hard look. "Tell me who the guy is."

Y/n shook her head, "Pete—"

"I'm not letting you die just because of some stupid guy Y/n! I won't have it! You deserve to live just as everyone does! You deserve to be loved just as they do because I know how much you have given to them - to everyone!" Peter was tearing up. "And the world hasn't been kind to you too! If anything Y/n, you deserve a lot more because the world has taken a lot from you."

The pain, the grief, the sadness, everything washed over her. It was like a tsunami of every bad feeling hitting her, and she was in the strike zone, all of it was because of what Peter had said. She didn't want to feel it. She's already tired of crying. Wasn't it already enough? The silent sobs came out of her mouth and the tears were welling up in the corners of her eyes, slowly rolling down in a hot trail.

"If I tell you, everything won't be the same again." Her voice was soft and quiet, but it was enough for Peter to hear. His expression changed into confusion. He could feel her heartbeat increase in pace and her anxiety was waving off her.

Peter carefully asked, "What do you mean?"

She bit her lip, anxious to speak out to form the words that's been sitting in the back of her mind for the past three years she had known him. It took a lot of courage to meet his eyes. She had thought she was would ready to do this, but let's be honest, since when was anyone ever ready to confront the person they're in love with? It was a great risk, but Y/n had to let it out now.

"You." She replied hoarsely. "Ever since sophomore year, it was you."

It felt like the wind knocked out the air out of Peter. Was he hearing this right? He had to be imagining things. He couldn't possibly be the one that's killing her, right? Everything Y/n felt for him was purely platonic.

It had to be.

The new discovery sent Peter in a whirlwind of emotions. Anger, guilt, sadness, and regret, all rolled into one. He didn't expect to feel anger, but he did. Though he wasn't exactly sure who he was angry with. He was angry at himself, for not recognizing what his best friend felt for him all this time and being the cause of her pain. Angry at the disease, because it's consuming her, and now her time is numbered. He was angry at her, because she didn't tell him about everything sooner. But Peter didn't have the heart to be mad at her, even after everything. Because in the end, she made the choice not to tell, and she cared for him and MJ so much that it didn't matter if her own happiness and life was at stake. Y/n was only human after all. And she was too good for this world.

He lets out a heavy breath. It was still hard to grasp what Y/n just said. It felt like he was going to have a sensory overload. "W-Why? Why? Why didn't you tell me this before?" his voice was slowly starting to break. The weight of guilt pulling him down to the ground.

"Because this is exactly why I didn't want to tell you. I didn't want to you to blame yourself for this, Pete. It's not your fault, it never was." She put a hand on his shoulder, but it burned him to feel her sympathetic touch.

"How can you say that this isn't my fault?! Y/n you're dying because of me. You got this disease because of me! How can you not blame me for this?!"

"Because it's mine Peter." She replied calmly. "It's my fault. I was stupid to fall in love with you and keep it to myself. But I did, Pete." She took his hand in hers and held it tightly, hoping it might console him. "I fell, and I don't regret doing so." A sorrowful smile grew on her face, and instead of giving Peter comfort, he felt bad even more. Y/n was smiling despite the pain. "I never blamed you for this, and I never will. You never even knew in the first place, and I didn't tell you about it."

No matter what consolation Y/n would say or soothing gestures, Peter still blamed himself for it. But he didn't have to tell her that. He didn't tell her anything, just let her speak out the thoughts that ran in her mind. She was caught off guard when he pulled her in, instantly wrapping his arms around her, and holding on tightly. She could feel her shirt become wet and the silent sobs that came out of his lips. He holds on tightly to her; he feared the coming future. He was scared of losing her, he couldn't handle losing another person in his life.

"I'm sorry Y/n. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not seeing it sooner. I'm sorry." He spoke in a hushed voice, and in between the sentence, hiccups would escape his mouth. She circled her arms around him and return the hug, though hers was gentler, made to soothe Peter. The scent sends her heart into a frenzy and it hurt when she realized how this may be the last time she was ever going to be this close to him. "Please, don't take the surgery. You said it was risky right? That most of the time, the surgery doesn't work."

"There's a 20% chance I might survive. It's risky, but I'm willing to bet on it."

"Don't take it, please. There has to be another way." He begged.

Y/n shook her head in his shoulder. "I'm taking the surgery, Pete. It's for the better."

Peter's silent sobs echoed around the room, and he held onto her even tighter. He refused to accept it. He doesn't want to the fact that he was about to lose Y/n too. She rubbed soothing circles around his back, and Y/n can tell it was working. His breathing was slowly becoming steady.

"You should go back to the apartment, Pete. You're tired, you need rest."

"I don't want to."

"Pete." She sighed, "You have to go home. May will be wondering where you are. And you need sleep."

"I'll sleep here with you." His voice was muffled by the cloth of her shirt.

"Stop being so stubborn, Pete."

"I'm not- "

She pulled away from the hug, holding both shoulders in her hands with a hard look on her face. Her eyes were still red from crying and was sniffling a bit, but the authority she held in her voice made her look so strong. "You are going home. That's final Peter. Don't make me fly your ass back to the apartment."

If this was a different situation, Peter would've laughed at her. She always found Y/n's foul mouth entertaining. She was a bit smaller than he was and watching her curse with a hot head made her look like an angry puppy, punk-ass sprites from that one Pixar movie. But it wasn't. The air still held the same tension, and both still couldn't stop themselves from crying.

Although he didn't approve of leaving, he had to comply. Peter nodded and broke away from the hug. She ushered him to her window and Peter settled himself on the wide window ledge. He took a moment and stayed for a bit. He didn't want to leave just yet. But the pleading eyes Y/n gave him made him sigh.

Peter pulled his mask down and jumped off, swinging into the night. Y/n stayed watching by her window, making sure he was heading off back to his apartment. Once he was out of sight, laid back in her bed and lets out a heavy sigh. The memory of Peter's sob and the feel of his arms wrapped tight around her made her remember the time when Tony died. It was painful, and everything reminded her of that awful memory. Minutes later, Peter's message lit up her phone, notifying her that he was back at the apartment safe. She typed back a reply, only keeping it short.

Okay. Get some rest.

And placed it back on her nightstand. She didn't want to type out anything longer as it just be harder for her to fall asleep with the already heavy feeling in her chest. She turned on her side and switch off the light.

***

The next day, Y/n woke up to the sound of giggling and bouncing. The high-pitched voice very familiar to her. She immediately recognized the voice that belonged to her little sister, Morgan. All though she had only met her on the day of their father's funeral, she became attached to the five-year-old in an instant. She loves the little girl to bits, and almost everything she did reminded her of her late father.

"Y/n! Y/n, Y/n, Y/nnnn! Wake up!" she bounced on the bed, shaking her sister's body. "Mommy is making breakfast!" to the little girl's dismay, the teen only groaned and covered her head with a pillow. The young Stark huffed and went to Y/n's side, opening one of her eyes. "Big Sis, wake uuuupp!!"

She sighed in defeat, sitting up on her bed. "All right, all right. I'm up." A sweet smile makes its way on little Morgan face and she squeals when her sister picked her up from the bed as they make their way downstairs. "Are you feeling better now Y/n? Are the petals and blood gone?" Morgan asked sweetly, looking at her with her doe-like eyes that were always full of curiosity and mischief. It was a trait in the Stark family, and like Y/n, Morgan had inherited their father's eyes.

"A little, but I'll be fine soon."

"You were crying last night. Did something happen?"

Y/n shakes her head. "Just a bad dream Mo. Nothing to worry about."

"Maybe I can sleep with you next time. That way you won't get bad dreams!" her face light up at the idea. Morgan had grown to love sleeping in her sister's room, and vice versa. Something about having someone to tell her stories until she falls asleep, to keep the nightmares at bay, and to wake up beside her big sister. She could only mirror the smile Morgan had on her face and agreed with her.

Once they reached the common area, Pepper was already setting up a plate of pancakes and a bowl of berries on the kitchen table. Sam and Bucky were settled at the living room, watching the television as they ate their breakfast, Rhodey was already finished with breakfast and was making his way out to who knows where, while Wanda was settled on a stool, eating the pancakes Pepper had made beforehand.

"G'morning Mommy!" Morgan bellowed at the strawberry blonde who walked towards them and kissed both of their heads in greeting, ruffling Y/n's hair to wake her senses up, along with the smell of freshly made pancakes to make her stomach grumble. "Y/n was hard to wake up. But I did it! So, mission accomplished!"

"That you did, sweetie. Great job!" Pepper cooed.

Y/n groaned as she held the sides of her head, "My head is pounding. I'm gonna go make coffee." It was a daily ritual for her. Every morning she would wake up to Morgan bouncing on her bed and make her disoriented for a bit and leave her a bit wooly. She excused herself from the kitchen island and made her way towards the coffee maker. She doubled the amount of coffee since Sam and Bucky would want some too. Too engrossed with the smell and making her cup, she didn't notice the presence of her Stepmother standing her.

"Your eyes are red. Did something happen?" she asked, worry laced in the tone.

"Yeah. I just had a bad dream is all." Y/n shook her head.

"I heard Peter's voice. Both of you were crying at dawn, Y/n." She held her breath. Of course Pepper heard. She slept at Morgan's room last night. Y/n can't exactly lie to Pepper, nor can she keep a secret from her for a long period of time. The woman had a knack for knowing what's running through Y/n's mind, what she was hiding and when she was hiding it. It made Pepper look like she was her biological mother after all this time.

Y/n chuckles jokingly, the infamous smirk slowly appearing on her lips. "Alright, you got me Pep." She didn't reply at her. Only kept silent with an expectant look that tells her to continue and share what had happened in the middle of the night. She lets out a breath, "I had another episode that night. While I was in the bathroom, Peter came into my room, and he saw... everything. I told him about the Hanahaki and the surgery. He didn't take it too well." Y/n didn't want to elaborate everything. Peter's cries and pleads were still fresh in her memory. If she stretched the story further, it'll start over again. And she already had enough for one day.

Pepper took her in for a hug and place a comforting hand on her back, rubbing it soothingly. "He was gonna find out sooner or later, you know that Y/n."

She sighs, "Yeah."

Pepper kissed her forehead lovingly and held both her shoulders, "Peter cares so much about you. He'll understand." Y/n could only hope he would. Deep down, Pepper didn't really want her to do the surgery. She had thought of another possible way, but it was too much to ask for. Stephen had already said the operation would be very risky, so that was already crossed out of her list... But she then thought of Tony. If he was still here, he would've taken the chance on getting Y/n to go into surgery, pull all-nighters every day, just so he could save his daughter. So, Pepper agreed to Y/n's choice.

The morning continued with the usual routine; Wanda playing her guitar, learning new songs or writing whenever inspiration hit her, Sam taking rounds around the compound to make sure there were no intruders, and Bucky would be training for hours in the gym. Y/n used to go with Bucky to train more on her physicality and fighting techniques. But ever since she came back from the trip, Stephen and Pepper had banned her from stepping foot in the gym.

So she went to her lab. Tinkering her suit and sketching some ideas that would randomly come into her mind. Morgan kept her company most of the time. The little girl would wear the prototype helmets for her suit and would impersonate her and their father (she mostly did Tony), play with Dum-E, or sit beside her and observe to just pass the time. Y/n felt like having a tail, and she didn't mind Morgan's company, not one bit. She needed someone to get her mind off of Peter after all. And for the past few weeks of keeping her distance from the arachnid, Morgan had replaced the hole that Peter left in her heart.

***

By the time the sun went down, Y/n's stomach began to rumble. She told Morgan to go fetch some snacks for them so they can eat it in the lab. But too engrossed in her work, Y/n failed to notice that her sister had already been gone for an hour. She looked at her watch. It was time for dinner anyway, so she left her things and journeyed back to the common living room. She could hear her sister's giggles from the stairs and another voice that made her heart feel unsteady. Her feet stopped moving when she saw Peter, happily playing with Morgan who was on his back and arms looped around his neck. They were running around the living room and Peter made horse noises to make the roleplay believable. It was a sight to see, something that would warm her heart and swell.

Morgan's eyes lit up when she noticed her big sister in the room. "Y/n!" She exclaimed, and Peter stood up straight as the little girl brought his attention to Y/n. Both of their eyes read the same expression. His eyes were better than before, no red and not puffy anymore. He looked well, compared to Y/n's tired one's.

The little girl climbed down the teen's back and ran towards her sister, pulling at her arm to meet Peter in between. "Mommy told me to keep Peter company while she cooked dinner! He's the horse while I'm the princess." her giddiness showing in the little hops that she does. Morgan didn't know about the feelings she has for Peter, but ever since he first saw him at the funeral, then his visits to the compound, she loved seeing her sister and her friend together. And more often than not Morgan teased her with Peter. The little rascal had a glint in her eyes and Y/n could only pray that Morgan doesn't do her teasing in front of him.

"You should join us Y/n! You can be the Queen and Peter will be the Knight."

As if on cue, Wanda called from the dining table for dinner. She was helping Pepper set up the table with the dishes they made. Bucky was already on his seat and Sam was making juice in the kitchen. It was rare for the Avengers to be sitting in the dining table along with the Starks. They mostly ate take outs and Wanda's cooking if she wasn't too lazy. They were lucky enough to have Pepper to cook for them when she wasn't working late, and today was one of those days.

"You should join us Peter. We have an extra seat left." Pepper came in with a pot in her hand as sets it down on the table.

Peter glances at Y/n, looking for signs of defiance, or anything that tells him not to stay. But she doesn't say anything, instead, she jerks her head towards the table and led Morgan, he followed shortly after.

Shock flashed in everybody's eyes when they saw Y/n coming in with Peter in tow but was quickly masked with a warm smile. "Here Peter, saved you a seat." Rhodey patted to the one next to him. Y/n sat on the other side of the table, and it was obvious she wasn't meeting Peter's gaze. Thankfully, the adults knew how to keep the tension at bay. They included them in the conversation every once in a while. Peter tried to be more social to try and lighten Y/n's mood, but she was still and quiet as a statue.

When she finished, she pushed off her seat and kissed Morgan's temple. "I'll be up in my room. Goodnight everyone." She quickly made her way up the stairs. Something about Peter's presence set off her mood. She thought she had already figured everything out in the past few hours she's been cooped up in the lab, turns out she hadn't. She had been avoiding it. And now that Peter was here (again), she didn't know what to do. She was positive there was something he wanted to discuss. And handling another talk about her condition and their friendship was something she doesn't want to do for the second time this day.

She heard a rap on her door and the person behind it didn't mind waiting for a reply. Peter turned the knob and entered, closing the door behind him. "We need to talk."

"There's nothing else to talk about, Pete." She avoided his eyes. "I told you, there's no other way. I'm taking the surgery whether you have a say in it or not."

"But there is a way." He took a step forward, the same glimmer of hope in his eyes when he held her hand. "Y/n, I figured it out. You don't have to take the surgery."

She looked at him cluelessly, not following on what he's getting at. "You 'figured it out'? Peter, I don't understand."

"I wanna learn how to love you."

Her eyes slowly widen, and she pulled her hands towards her and slowly backed away from Peter. "You've got to be shitting me."

"I'm not Y/n. I want to save you."

Y/n gave a bitter laugh. She had a hunch that Peter would think of that, she just didn't believe something like that could happen, until now. "Peter, you can't learn to love someone."

"But what if I can? You're not hard to love after all."

Her hands ran through her hair, pursing her lips. "It doesn't work that way Pete! And I'm not gonna let you ruin your relationship with MJ for this." She started pushing him towards the door. It was already enough that he found out about her condition, but offering such a thing just to save her? Y/n's already had it. She wanted to do it, deep down. But she decided against it. Peter was better off with MJ anyway. And if the surgery's a success, she wouldn't have to feel that pain anymore.

It was a win-win for the both.

Peter stood his ground and remained in the same place. "Why are you being stubborn? I'm trying to save you from this Y/n! I got you in this and I want to get you out of it!"

"Peter, it's not your obligation to do this."

"But it is! It is Y/n! I look at you and all I feel is I-I just have to, okay! Why won't you just let me?"

"Because I don't want you to!" She yelled out in frustration.

Heaves of heavy breaths fall from her lips, and the hard look she once had soften. "I don't want you to force yourself to love me, Peter. It all comes out naturally, you know that. And I deserve more than that." She took a step forward and was hesitant to take his hand in his. She decided to shove it in the pockets of her sweater instead. "Look, I'm content with what we already have Pete. Really, I am. I'm happy knowing that you finally have MJ as your girlfriend, I'm happy that you're becoming better and better every day with your new suit, and I'm happy to see you becoming the man Dad had always seen in you ever since you first met. I'm happy with the thought of you as my friend, Pete. That you love me and care for me, just as how Dad did. And I'm okay with that. I'm okay with everything."

It was silent for a moment, until Peter spoke breathlessly. "But is it enough to save you?"

The air got caught in her throat. She wanted to tell him 'No. It wouldn't.'. But if she did, Peter wasn't going to let his option off the table. Tears started welling up in her eyes and when the hot trail rand down her cheek, she quickly swiped it away with her thumb. She didn't notice Peter was slowly inching towards her, the distance between them becoming dangerously close. His breath fanned over her face and Peter lifted his hand to push away the baby hairs that stuck out of the unkept bun she made. He could feel her heart spike and her anxiety radiating off. He held her hand and place the other on her cheek in hopes to keep her calm at the proximity between them. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat, but he kept the same eyes trained on her, and behind it was something Y/n couldn't read. As she was about to step back, Peter had already caught on and pulled her in before she could walk away.

Peter's lips were soft. It looked soft even if she eyed it for a few moments, every time he pursed it when focusing, or wetting it with his tongue when he feels nervous and awkward. The feeling of his lips on hers made her body buzz and eyes cloud in haze. His lips felt soft, but this kiss was hard. Although Y/n's heart was pounding, she didn't feel any affection through the kiss. His features had already displayed the feeling; desperation, anger, sadness - all of it in a mix. His brows were furrowed, and Y/n could see a tear peeking underneath his eye.

If it were a normal setting, she would've kissed back. If she didn't have the Hanahaki, If Peter did love her truly, if he wasn't dating MJ, she would've melted in the kiss and loop her arms around him and play with the baby hairs on the back of his neck.

But it wasn't. This is wrong.

She put her hand on his chest and pushed him forcefully, making him tumble. Shock and hurt painted on her face as she grazed her lips with her fingers. Her lips still buzzed with the feeling of Peter's lips. She raised her chin and connected her eyes with his. "Why did you do that?" her voice was pained, soft, and regret laced in it.

"I wanted to." He spoke truthfully.

He took a sure step towards her, taking out his hand to reach out but she pushes it away. The soft and pained look in her eyes transitioned into a hard-cold glare, hands tightened in fists, and lips start trembling. The tears were about to fall, and she didn't want Peter to watch her and try comforting her.

What he did was already upsetting enough.

"Get out Peter." She growled.

"I'm not leaving. Not until we finish talking— "

"Get the fuck out of my room Parker! I'm done talking about it! Get out!" She pushed him harder this time, but he didn't move. Fucking super strength. He wasn't making it any easier. She started punching him pathetically. Y/n knew she was already looking like an idiot, but Peter fucked her up. Bad.

"Leave Peter! I'm done! And don't come back here again!"

"Y/n- "

"GET OUT!" She shoved his body hard enough to lead him to the hallway. The doors immediately shut and clicked before Peter could even get back to his feet and push it open. She can hear the knocks from the other side of the door and his voice calling out to her, telling her to open it and talk it out. But she was done with talking. And now her feelings and her senses are getting fucked up because of his stupid kiss. Y/n wanted to sob, wanted to bawl her eyes out like any normal teenager does when their hearts get broken.

But she didn't.

She climbed in the bed and covered herself underneath the sheets and pillows. The sound behind her door was drowned out, and Y/n lulled herself to sleep. Fuck these feelings. Fuck her stupid heart. Fuck this disease.

Fuck Peter Parker for messing her up.

***

Over the course of the following days, Y/n ignored all of Peter's attempts to make contact. Her phone ringed and buzzed for days, but not once did she pick up his calls. Her windows and blinds were shut in case he attempted to climb through the window. And his visits were no longer welcome. She made sure to lock her door unless no one else was inside the compound.

When surgery day came, she didn't hear her phone sound off a notification from Peter. No calls, No messages. It was a quiet morning, which was a relief for Y/n. Pepper knocked on her door to let her know that Stephen and Christine will be coming in a few hours. They'll run a few tests and proceed with the surgery. Her stomach felt empty, and the low rumble of her belly didn't make it any easier. She was only allowed to drink a few glasses of water from time to time. God, I just want this to be over.

A knock on her door pulled her from her thoughts and she mumbled a soft 'Come in'. Wanda peeked from her door with a gentle smile on her face. "Someone's here for you." Her heartbeat quickened and her temper rose.

"If it's Peter, tell him to go fuck himself. I don't plan on talking to him anytime soon."

The witch shakes her head, "It's not Peter."

Her brows furrowed, confused. "Who is it then?" Who else would be visiting her? She wasn't expecting anyone else. Wanda jerked her head inside the room and the mysterious visitor pushed the door open. The familiar long brown curls and the tanned complexion slowly unveiled behind the white door, and the I-don't-give-a-fuck aura entered the room. Her stomach drop and the tension rose. There was another person she didn't want to see, and it was the person now standing in front. Michelle stood with her usual cool and composed posture, but Y/n was the total opposite.

"So, I heard you're getting a surgery?"