What's Up Buttercup Erasermic Bnha

Day Seven-Part Three

Hizashi coughed lightly into his hand and opted to sit down at his desk. Speaking of Shota, would the students tell him of their talk and all the questions he answered? Probably. That would mean he would find out that Hizashi had stayed at school! Hizashi groaned and dragged a hand down his face.

"What have you gotten yourself into Zashi?" he said with a weary chuckle. To be honest, he was tired. Not a normal tired. The kind that settled deep into your bones. That gave you hooded eyes and a head full of fog. His muslces were sore and his throat constantly hurt. This is the most tired he's been since Oboro died. God, he hated being tired.

After a whole day of somehow just barely avoiding Shota, Hizashi entered his house and flicked the light by the front door on. He sighed and let his shoulders sagged as that tiredness sat in his chest. The entire house was dead silent and usually Hizashi would turn on some music to fill that crippling silence. Tonight, however, he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Hizashi's stomach growled and he begrudgingly grabbed a snack. Big meals never sat well anymore so he assumed there was no use eating that much if it was just going to come back up again.

"This whole dying thing isn't as fun as I thought it would be." he joked to the empty room. Turning on his heel for the bathroom to take a shower, Hizashi saw that one of his photos had gotten dusty. With all the commotion he hasn't really had time to focus on cleaning much. Said picture was one of their younger days. Shota had the smallest smile on his face and his hands on his pockets. Hizashi had an arm slung around him and a bright smile. In the background, he could see Oboro speaking with Tensei.

He stopped dead in his tracks and couldn't look away. His face fell. That day was the day that summer had just started and everyone was preparing for a sleepover with the whole class at Tensei's place. Letting out a shaky sigh, Hizashi tore himself away.

Wherever he went he couldn't stop thinking of all the horrible things happening lately. It didn't matter what he did to try to take his mind off of it all, nothing worked.

"I'm such a mess." he groaned stumbling into the bathroom. He undressed himself and took off the eyepatch, throwing it aside onto the sink. Catching himself in the mirror, Hizashi nearly jumped out of his skin. The man he saw in the mirror was almost unrecognizable.

He had gotten thinner. Almost dangerously thin. He had always been lean for his height but this is different. His ribs were visible and his fingers were thin and dry. His eyes appear sunken. Big, dark, bags sat under his eyes with no intentions of going away. His hair was knotted and tangled. Flowers and dried blood he had missed earlier sat above his eye. His whole body was shaking and his eyes were dim and held almost no life.

He looked like a corpse. It had only been about a week since this all started and he already looked like the wind itself could blow him away. Hizashi screwed up his face and hopped into the shower now with his own image burned into his memory. Warm water ran down his back and washed away whatever blood he couldn't get off. Looking down at his arms, he realised something.

The flowers haven't died yet. Not a single one. Not even a petal had fallen off. What was keeping them alive? Could they be taking all the nutrients from him? That could be possible. After a minute of thought, he decided to bring it up with Recovery Girl some other time.

After cleaning himself off and washing his hair, he was drained. Putting on some underwear and pants was all he could manage to do. Collapsing onto the bed, Hizashi sighed for the hundredth time that day. Falling asleep was always easier said than done but tonight, he was out almost instantly.