🌺Flower Showers🌺
~A Bakudeku Love Story~
21 - Flower Showers
Word Count: 3,257
⚠️Warnings⚠️: Profanity, Paranoia, Panic Attack,
Information: Hello everyone, sorry for the lack of updates. I wanted to let everyone know that the Coronavirus is rapidly spreading, and should be taken seriously. Lots of schools have been shut down, and is currently declared a pandemic. If it is in your area, please stay alert and wash your hands regular and stay clean! I am truly worried for the safety of others, and I hope everyone is okay. COVID-19 (Coronavirus) is a serious deal, especially for elderly or infants. Now without further ado~ lets get this chapter started!

🌺Previously on Flower Showers🌺

Izuku wanted to maintain eye contact but he couldn't, not with Aizawa's fixed gaze. Izuku felt like Aizawa would think he was lying now. His heart started to beat faster, and his chest started to hurt. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes and he wanted to cry. No surprise there, but he hadn't felt anything in so long his emotions were starting to overwhelm him.

     Aizawa wrapped and arm around Izuku to keep him balanced. To keep his mind in the overworld instead of inside itself. "I believe you, kid. Just ignore the others,"

"Easier said than done..." Izuku mumbled. Aizawa still heard him. He ruffled the kids hair and shouted out to his group once more.

"I know kid, I know"
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     Izuku took all the notes he could, still feeling the lingering gazes of his peers. He could feel each of their pupils burn holes in the coat he called skin. He felt his body tense with every whisper, and whenever somebody bursted out laughing. He felt embarrassed, not fully knowing why, but understanding the phantom feeling wasn't something he wasn't used to.

     He was used to feeling this way ever since he was diagnosed without a quirk. He never thought he would have to deal with feels of the past, but sometimes the universe wasn't so kind. Izuku didn't understand why he had to be the one to hold this burden of emotions, but he would just have to push through. And that he shall do.

     Once class was over, everyone went to the changing rooms and Izuku walked back with Aizawa. Unfortunately they had to walk past everyone.

     Why did they have to be everywhere at this time?

     He felt eyes stare at him, and he unfortunately looked into the eyes of those judgmental souls. As he walked his vision was going hazy. The whispers were louder but incoherent, as he couldn't place what they were talking about, but he was certain it was about him.

     He hugged his notebook to his stomach, already feeling queasy. He started to hear his thumping heartbeat in his ears, distracting him from the whispers. But it wasn't enough. The whispers became louder and his heart became harder as the thumping sounds were drums in his chest.

     His lungs tightened and his eyes stung with an unforgettable pinch. His legs felt wobbly and he wanted to run. He wanted to sprint out of the school but before he could his hearing faded into that ringing sound and he felt nauseous. He then felt a hand on his shoulder push him forward into a room. Izuku immediately spotted the trash can to his right and emptied the contents that threatened to spill hours earlier.

     He felt a warm firm hand rub his back knowingly. Izuku felt the tears roll down his face as snot slightly trickled down his nose. He coughed and started hyperventilating. His eyes widened and he looked at the vomit in the trash.

     It was red.

     Izuku's breathing became shorter and shorter the more he stared at the chunks, absently watching the tears hit the trash as well.

     "Midoriya,"

     Izuku threw up again, and coughed. His body was shaking. He felt cold but his body was burning, he started to think of Todoroki and almost laughed. The hand on his back stayed there, but it was still as he felt another hand brush his bangs back and rest on his clammy forehead.

     Izuku felt like he was in a daze, and the taste of digested food lingered on his tastebuds. Just that thought alone made him want to vomit again. The hand from his forehead was removed but the hand on his back started rubbing again. Izuku's hands were shaking, and his palms were sweaty.

     If he didn't feel embarrassed before, he was embarrassed now. He saw red again and almost threw the trash can. Izuku felt the hand on his shoulder, Aizawa's arm wrapped around Izuku as Izuku shamefully spit into the can.

     He didn't see red anymore, he only saw what he had previously eaten that day. He was silently sobbing now as his body shook. "Midoriya, can you hear me?" Aizawa asked concerned.

     Izuku nodded, not being able to meet his teachers gaze out of sheer shame.

     "C'mon, I have to take you to recovery girl,"

     Izuku accidentally activated his quirk and scooted back. The force was enough to make him fall on his back and almost kick a desk.

     "Midoriya—"

     Izuku scooted away and shook his head. What if she said he had hanahaki again? Can he relapse?

     What if he was giving her trouble? Wait, no, scratch that. He's always giving her trouble. "Kid, calm down! You don't have it anymore!" Aizawa exclaimed, placing both hands on Izuku's shoulders. Izuku tried to push him away but he felt like he had little strength.

     It was at this moment Izuku saw that Aizawa was activating his quirk. Izuku had gone into a small spiral and unintentionally activated his quirk. He cried more and sobbed. "Oh my god— I - I, I c-can't believe I j-just! Aizawa I'm so sorry!"

     Aizawa brought the kid into a hug and Izuku hugged back, crying into his mentors shoulder. Aizawa wasn't one to judge, he had a suspicion that today may be rough on the lad. "Hello? Yes, I was wondering if you were free as of now?" there was a short pause as Izuku started to calm down and Aizawa stood up. He gently grabbed Izuku's arm and helped him stand up on his wobbly legs. "I'm here with Midoriya. There was a small situation and I think it would be best if he spent some time with you for the day,"

     Izuku had no idea who Aizawa was talking too, and Izuku could only deal with so much embarrassment at once before he full on broke. Suddenly, the call ended and Aizawa grabbed a tissue box and handed it to Izuku. Izuku blushed and took it, feeling ashamed.

     He blew his nose and threw it away in the same trash can with vomit. Aizawa picked up Izuku's bag and handed it to him. Izuku took it and Aizawa told Izuku to follow him. Izuku set the tissue box on the desk and when he turned around, Aizawa was shoving a water bottle into his hands.

     Izuku smiled gratefully and took a sip, washing away the taste in his mouth.

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     Mr. Aizawa stood in front of All Might's office door and knocked. He opened it just a crack and Aizawa gestured for Izuku to walk in. Izuku wasn't usually uncomfortable with All Might, not at all, but suddenly he felt that way now.

     "Come on in, kiddo!" All Might beamed and Izuku nervously walked inside the room. He took a seat and set down his bag beside him. All Might looked at Aizawa and Aizawa nodded his head, and All Might gave him a short smile. The door closed and Izuku broke.

     He started wailing and rubbing his eyes. He didn't want to but now as he cried, he thought about how pathetic he was. How he was crying in front of his teacher. In front of the previous number one hero. In front of the man who bestowed his quirk onto Izuku.

     Izuku hiccuped and cupped his face in his hands, trying to shield All Might from this unholy scene, and partly to shut himself up because he felt like he needed to be shut up.

     There was a sound of a chair moving and then another. A presence was next to Izuku and he felt All Might rub his arm in a comforting manner. "I'm sorry," Izuku choked out and he finally opened his eyes. All Might pulled Izuku closer and embraced him. Izuku wrapped his arms around the skinny mentor and hiccuped softly as All Might rubbed comforting circles on Izuku's back.

     "My boy..." All Might cooed gently. "What happened?"

     Without breaking the hug Izuku explained, "I guess at first I was upset because I couldn't do any physical exercises, and then people stared at me," Izuku closed his eyes, not realizing his body was shaking. All Might hugged slightly tighter, being mindful on his surgical wounds, almost knowing exactly where they were.

     "If it got this bad, why didn't you say anything?" All Might asked sweetly.

     "I d-didn't think it would turn out this b-bad," Izuku answers, hiccuping a bit. "I just don't want to re-live my childhood. Being the quirkless kid was bad enough, let alone being the guy who loved someone to much and started dying," it hurt All Might to hear these words. Izuku wasn't wrong, but his words should be different.

     "You are a passionate person, no one should judge you for that, even though they do. That's why you have to push forward and be stronger than they are," All Might explained, leaning over the table to grab some tissues.

     "They said I wanted to die," Izuku said and All Might handed Izuku the tissues.

     "They said you wanted to die?" All Might asked. Izuku nodded his head, wiping his nose a bit. "Izuku," he started, "do you feel like dying?"

     There was a short pause of silence that gave All Might his answer. "I'm sorry..." Izuku said and All Might hugs him. He closed his eyes and rocked Izuku a bit, like a child. Izuku felt so drained, and he never flat out said he wanted to die, but he did. And All Might knew. And now did Aizawa. More and more people are finding out Izuku wasn't even happy anymore.

     "Why didn't you say anything?" All Might asked. Izuku didn't answer, he in all honesty didn't know why. "I want you to talk to me. This is a serious situation, and you are a star student. You have great potential and I'd hate to see it slip out from your grasp," All Might somewhat ordered as he broke the hug, ruffling Izuku's hair a bit. Izuku giggled and wiped his red eyes.

"I don't feel like it's worth talking about..." Izuku says, looking down at the ground.

"Do you feel like a burden?" All Might asked. Izuku made a quick glance in All Mights direction and a stray tear fell from Izuku's cheek. All might rubbed the tear away with his thumb and gave Izuku the box of tissues. "You are no burden, kid! You've made it so far,"

"With help! All of this could just be luck or something. The universe just isn't on my side!" Izuku exclaimed as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Maybe, maybe not, but you have people on your side. The universe won't always be kind, but you can keep going. Show the world that you are stronger than what it thinks,"

Izuku had a moment to himself before asking All Might a longing question. "You had hanahaki?"

All Might was quiet for a minute before taking a deep breath and folding his hands together. "Yes. Yes I did," Izuku nodded softly, "if you have questions go ahead and ask."

"Do you know why I keep freaking out about it?"

All Might was met with a small silence before answering Izuku's question, "Well, you are still a child," All Might glanced around Izuku and Izuku had a small scowl on his face. All Might laughed, "You are. That's perfectly okay. Your brain is still developing, and having a traumatic situation such as yours will sure do some damage."

Izuku's eyes widened. "But weren't you older than I was when you had hanahaki?!" Izuku assumed.

"I was, which is why I probably dealt with it better than you. I wasn't a teen at the time, I was an adult. I am an adult. The entirety of your hanahaki problem had been traumatic for you, especially for your friends as well. Hanahaki isn't something that should be taken lightly, young Midoroya."

"I just... I still have dreams," Izuku whispered. All Might sighs as he stretched his arms to stand up.

All Might stood up and walked over towards his cup of tea. "That's a side effect of the surgery. Actually, I think I know what you might have,"

Izuku looked up at All Might with bright eyes and in dire need of answers. All Might places a cup of tea in front of Izuku, and Izuku gladly took the warm liquid.

"Postpartum,"

Izuku almost spit out his drink and swallowed it harshly. All Might chuckled lightly heartedly. "I know it sounds weird, but some studies show that it is common. They are still doing lots of research on it, but lots of victims of the hanahaki disease show signs of postpartum,"

      "I don't know..." Izuku absently said, as his brows furrow.

      "Do you feel like you've lost a part of yourself? Or you are missing something? Just that something isn't right? Depressed?"

     Izuku looked off to the side. He had been feeling off. He felt like he lost the flowers as a part of him, and he had been feeling lonely, even with Katsuki being around. Izuku anxiously bit his lip and cowered back a little. All Might sighed, and sat down next to the boy.

     "I'm going to take you to recovery girl,"

     Izuku sat on the bed white bed with barely enough softness to feel comfortable. The white walls and curtains are something he was very used too. Recovery girl asked him a few questions and gave Izuku an over the counter prescription. Izuku tentatively took the bottle and he was assigned to meet up with the school counselor every day.

     Izuku wasn't comfortable with that part. Actually, he wasn't comfortable with any of this, but he had to be. He was dismissed with a pass and he solemnly walked back to class.

     As he walked, he started to think about Katsuki. How worried he looked during training today. Izuku felt bad. Was it his fault for making Kacchan feel bad?

"Deku,"

Izuku looked up to see Katsuki. He was waiting for Izuku. Izuku's eyes searched Katsuki's eyes. How was it that those red eyes could make or break him in one foul swoop?

"C'mon," he said softly as he held out his hand. In public. Izuku tried to hold back his tears and wiped his eyes before they had the chance to fall again. "Damn crybaby," Katsuki says as he wrapped his arms around Izuku. Izuku shakily wrapped his arms around Katsuki and instantly started feeling better.

Katsuki was warm. Warm in a way that was almost hard to describe. Like the sun bathing the skin softly in the spring breeze. Like warm kisses on a sensitive cheek. Or the feeling of warm cider coating the throat. Katsuki could be calm. He was warm.

The two walked back to class in close proximity and Katsuki kept glancing at Izuku. Izuku kept his gaze down, and Katsuki didn't know what to do. All he could do was keep Izuku on his feet. So, before they walked into the classroom, Katsuki stopped before they reached the door. He stepped in front of Izuku and took Izuku's chin. Izuku was forced to look up into the crimson eyes.

Only, he didn't see them as he felt a soft peck on his lips. "Talk to me later alright?" Katsuki whispered as he walked in the classroom. Izuku's face flamed red and he walked in after Katsuki.

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Words can be powerful. Actions speak truth. The one thing that breaks someone, is hurting them beyond their youth. The most painful parts of love, is loving someone who doesn't return. That love gets shattered, and it breaks down into the dirt....

I was hurt.

Suddenly, the feelings were returned. And all I did was watch the edges of this flowers burn. I puked up blood, to save my life. He saved mine and I was grateful for the choice of sacrifice!

When going back to school, he dealt with the trauma. But everyone was there for him. He fought back hard, and didn't fall without getting up again. His heart doesn't hurt, not like before. He now has many open doors.

Izuku Midoriya has made it far, so far that he actually has less scars. As he fixed his tux, and closed his eyes, those rough gentle hands cupped his tie. "You ready for this?" Inko beamed.

Izuku nodded yes, so it seemed. As he walked down that aisle, he couldn't stop thinking... about how far. How far his mind was shaken.

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Birds chirped and the wind gracefully flew in through the window. The breeze was slightly icy, but the room was so warm it made the breeze refreshing. His toes stuck out from the fumbled blanket, and he curled them, tucking them under the soft fabric. His green hair was only visible as he drew the blanket over his head and curled into a ball.

The smell of cherry blossoms were unmistakable as the scent was carried through the curtains, washing away some of the caramel odor that Izuku was used to.

He felt something touch his nose and scrunched his face up. It tickled and he smiled a little bit. It was a soft fuzzy feeling in his chest that made him open his eyes. Katsuki was sitting, all dressed up in his school uniform. "Wake up..." he cooed and Izuku peeped his head out of the covers with his eyes closed. Katsuki pecked his forehead and whispered in his ear, "Rise and shine Izuku,"

The sun suddenly beamed on him, and if Izuku didn't know any better, he would have thought the sun was watching him. He never had to sign that contract of unrequited love again, not like he meant to in the first place.

As the two walk outside, cherry blossoms fell from the trees and Izuku stopped for a moment. Katsuki stopped a few paces ahead of him and looked back confused, curiously and slight concerned. Izuku smiled and breathed in deeply, letting the scent wash over his tingling skin. "Flower showers..." he whispered as he recalled the tragedy flowers actually represented. Pain and heartbreak, death and love. They were all served on the same dish, and he could finally breath without the need of worrying for the flowers to shower his lungs instead of his head.

Be safe out there, especially with the Coronavirus. Please take it a little seriously, even if you aren't worried. Some of my other stories will be focused on Izuku and less of a romantic aspect, but I will definitely do more romantic-type fics.