[ from here || Yamada || @fuaimed ]
It had to happen in the classroom of all places.
He was lucky enough that everyone had left for the day, and that the teacher had stepped out for a moment, but that wasn’t really much consolation when he was bent over his desk, choking on petals as they came up. His eyes were squeezed shut, mostly because he didn’t want to see it again. When the coughing subsided though he was quick to pick up the flowers, flinching slightly, before standing to find somewhere to throw them out. Only to look up and be staring straight at the other.
He didn’t say anything, or react really, just stared with wide eyes. Oops.
   Typically, Shouta is one of the first people to leave the classroom. As long as he’s awake, he sees no reason to waste time in the classroom when there are better things he could be doing. Like sleeping.
Today, in his haste to get out of the building, he left a book at his desk. The relatively light weight of his backpack draws his attention and convinces him to turn back towards the class. It’s meant to be quick- just rushing in, then rushing out, maybe fitting in a nap before he has to work on homework.
   The sight of Hizashi choking up flower petals erases all thoughts of that from his mind. For a moment, he’s just frozen in horror, mind racing as he tries to process this and fit it in with what he knows. Who is this for? How long? Is he going to die of this?
When his friend looks up, Shouta is quick to close the distance between them, concern written plainly on his face. His hand twitches, wanting to reach out and offer some comfort or consolation but not knowing what is okay. “... you... you sound awful when you cough like that,” he says, blunt and simple. What more can he say?