"Hey, dumb hair! What's got your nose shoved up that phone of yours now?" The blond grumbled, his gazed fixed on the redhead in front of him.

Kirishima didn't respond for a few seconds before looking up at Bakugou, "Did you say something, man?"

"I'm gonna explode that stupid phone to pieces. Is it that dumb American again?"

"Take it easy, Explosion boy. And if by that you mean Y/n, then yeah." Kirishima responded and looked back down at his screen. You hadn't been responding all morning, it was starting to worry him. It was very unlike you.

A sigh left Kirishima's lips, "They're not responding. It's been a few hours already." He said quietly, shoving his phone in his pocket.

You meant a lot to Kirishima. Even if you were miles and miles away. Even if you kept secrets from him, he didn't know that though.

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"Good morning, Miss Yoshida. It's time for your weekly check-ups." The nurse peeked in from behind the door, a gentle smile plastered on her lips.

She walked in, her grip set on the wheelchair she had brought in. Another nurse walked in to assist in bringing you to the different room, various machines surrounding it.

"The Doctor will see you shortly, okay?" You only nodded and stared at the plain, white wall in front of you. Your eyes felt droopy from the lack of sleep lately.

You hadn't been able to message Kirishima today because you had woken up later than usual. Your day would be brighter from even the shortest message.

"Miss Yoshida, hello. We'll do the usual checkup and take a look at your condition. You'll be out in no time." The tall man sat on a stool, moving from machine to machine.

"It seems to worsen each time, Miss." He was now sitting in front of a computer and turned the screen towards your direction.

"At this rate.. You. You only have a few weeks left. We'll notify your mother as soon as possible. The nurse will be here in a few minutes." The Doctor quickly made his way out the room, shuffling through the papers on his clipboard.

"A few weeks.." That was the only thing on your mind. You hadn't noticed the tears welling up in your eyes as your vision went blurry.

"K-Kirishima, I'm sorry." Was all you managed to say before your uncontrollable cries took over.

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hi, again it's nearly 2 a.m and um yee. this may be a bit boring , I'm not very good at writing 😔👊🏻 I apologize, I'll give u the lovey dovey stuff soon , kinda òwó