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Yuu hesitates outside the door.
She’s always hated the hospital. Too fragile. Too important. Too easy to mess up by growing tall. Yuu has it under control now, but she’s never managed to shake the lingering anxiety. Easier to just stay away.
The problem, of course, is that she can’t. Not now. Kayama is here.
She came out of her coma a week ago, and Yuu told herself that she’d wait for her actual family and friends and maybe even students to barge in. Wait for Kayama to get seen by the doctors. Wait for someone to tell her everything was okay.
Yuu brought flowers. She’s bad at hanakotoba, but that’s because she grew up in the middle of nowhere. She brought roses, not red, because that feels like she’s trying to say something. She brought pink. Pink like her own eyes, pink like Kayama’s Quirk. Roses, at least, are the one flower everyone knows. Pink isn’t romantic. Anyone can send it.
They aren’t friends, not really. They bicker in public and on television shows. Some of it’s real, when they get too close to something sensitive and end up biting back at each other. Some of it’s fake, something to get them up on the charts because it’s a dog eat dog out there and the public loves a scandal.
That, at least, probably isn’t going to happen anymore.
The two of them screwed around a few times. Yuu knows Kayama likes white lingerie and pancakes in the morning. Kayama has too many books and a cat. Saying she’s into BDSM is obvious, but people would probably be surprised she likes to cuddle for hours after.
Yuu has no idea what they are.
But she does know that finding out Kayama almost died made her have a panic attack when she came home. She’d fought a giant to a standstill and the only thing she could think of was Kayama.
Yuu opens the door.
“Hello!” Kayama calls. She looks surprisingly good, though her hair is an absolute mess. There’s a cooking show playing on the television screen.
“Hi,” Yuu says awkwardly. “I brought flowers.”
“Yuu! You have a scar.” Kayama replies. She’s sure saying something, with all the scars she has now. Looking at them makes Yuu want to gulp, so she looks back into Kayama’s eyes and charges into the room. She thrusts the flowers into Kayama’s face.
She sniffs.
“Oh? Pink? I didn’t know you cared so much.” Kayama laughs, “You can put it on the window-sill over there.”
Yuu stomps over to the window-sill and carefully placed the vase down. She then turnsit so the biggest flower was facing Kayama.
“I just… I worried. You looked dead.” The words come out almost like vomit, Yuu didn’t even mean to say them. Kayama’s looking at her in shock, stupidly full lips parted in absolute surprise. She scrambles for something else to say. “Those kids— They were devastated. So get better. I don’t want to see them crying.”
Kayama’s eyes soften. Yuu crosses her arms against her chest and she huffs.
“Thank you for taking care of them. I don’t mean to tease too hard. I appreciate you coming by.”
“Whatever,” Yuu huffs again, secretly pleased.
“Come over here, sit down.” Kayama scoots over, patting the empty space beside herself.
Yuu walks over but bites her lip. “Is that…okay? It’s not going to mess up the cords—”
“If Hizashi didn’t mess up the cords then you aren’t going to mess up the cords. Sit.”
Yuu sits.
Kayama kisses her suddenly, but it’s on her temple. It’s tender and soft and Yuu still has no clue what they are to each other.
“Watch some of this with me, hm? You can sit here and see that I’m fine.”
Kayama is breathing against her side. The monitors beep slowly. Yuu lets herself settle. There’s time in the future. Time to decide what they want to be. Kayama is breathing and there are tomorrows waiting.