You made flowers grow in my lungs, although they're beautiful , I can't breathe.

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He awoke to see his friends crowding around him, showering pity and tears on him.

Midoriya tried clearing his groggy mind, but to no avail, he was wondering why they were crying. And why did All Might look so sad. Most importantly, why wasn't Bakugou here.

He looked around, desperate to see the blonde male, and found him lying in a bed opposite him. The evening sun softly enunciating his features, as he laid peacefully there. 

One look at his face brought back a barrage of memories, most of them were still cloudy, but one thing he was certain of.

The petal he coughed out, it wore the color of dandelions.

A wave of emotions he couldn't exactly place his fingers on swamped over him.

Gripping his blanket tightly, he felt something tickle his hand, casting his blurry eyes on his bed, he realized why his classmates were crying.

It was a bed of petals. Yellow petals. Strewn all over the blanket, the mattress, the pillow, his hair.

"...How long was I asleep?"

"3 days, and during that 3 days you were coughing up petals in your sleep." Uraraka sniveled. "Oh... Deku-kun..." she continued crying.

Something wet on his cheeks made him realize he was crying too. He knew that this would happen, but he couldn't do anything to change it. And now he was cursed with this disease.

Kacchan...

I don't want to forget you.

Burying his face in his hands, Midoriya let out small sobs, which slowly escalated into snivels, and then wails. But he made sure it wasn't too loud, he didn't want Bakugou to wake up now. His heart clenched in pain, as cold sweat trickled down his back, his face. Curving on those oh so beautiful dandelion petals.

A loud cough broke his cries, sending more petals flourishing out of his mouth. Tinged with the yellow of the sun and the metallic scent of blood. Gripping the petals, which shone with such bright color, he hugged them tightly, afraid of what's to come. Trying to find comfort in those yellow flakes, which no longer gave him any.

Why did the petals which he had cherished turn against him?

His throat constricted, as more petals flew out, Midoriya's hands went up to his throat, grabbing it with force, as if choking himself would stop the stabbing pain in his throat and lungs from building up. Clawing it furiously, leaving ugly red marks which bore the slightest hint of blood, but it didn't help, it didn't ease the agony searing his throat, and his heart.

What was he to do now?

He didn't want to forget Bakugou, not after all that childhood they shared.

But remembering meant death.

He'd seen enough to know, the average lifespan was only a couple of months.

They sat under the same oak tree again, but this time it was fall, as the leaves turned to all kinds of brown, some pretty, some ugly. Watching the leaves fall, I picked up two leaves, one a pretty amber, one a dull brown, and sighed.

"Oi Deku, what are you sighing about?" Kacchan exclaimed beside me, ruby eyes flashing with specks of orange under the weak shade provided by the tree, as he stared at the two leaves I held.

"I just thought the leaves represent people," Holding the two leaves in the sun, I continued. "the pretty ones are better and live on longer, meanwhile, the ugly ones crumble and die." I clenched my grip on the dull brown leaf, easily crumbling it, as I watched its remains scatter on the cold hard ground.

Turning to face Kacchan, I noticed he looked slightly shocked, I didn't know if it was because I said something he wouldn't expect the bright, positive Deku would say.

Or if it was because of the big glistening tears streaking down my face.

Midoriya curled himself into a ball, hiding away from the comfort and the concern his classmates were showering him with.

"You get what I mean, Kacchan?"

"The weak die fast."

A/N: Thank you for waiting, now that Fractured is completed, I can focus on this book.

Thank you all for your patience, life has been very hectic.