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Introduction

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I finished it the day I started and all I have to day is that I am very very happy with the way this turned out. I don't normally write Angst however, the prompt and my song choice fit all to well together, I really do hope you all enjoy reading this! Please be sure to check out the Trigger warnings before reading

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                   Started ;; 3/2/2022

                   Finished ;; 3/2/2022

                   𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾 ;; Romance ,, Angst ,, Hanahaki

                   𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 ;; Tamaki ,, Mirio ,, Nejire

                    𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗁𝗌 ;; 12

                   word's;; 1626 (8966 characters)

                  :warning: 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 ;; Death ,, Blood ,, descriptive puking :warning:

                   Ships;; Implied Mirio x Nejire

Song Choice: Talk to you - Ricky Montgomery

Edit: I JUST GOT HOME FROM SCHOOL???? THANKS SM FOR THE FEATURE !!

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𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘

Sometimes Loving someone has consequences. Deathly consequences..

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𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖…

Amajiki stood in front of the mirror of his bathroom. Brows furrowed with worry as he could tell something was wrong. What was it? Well, that’s what was worrying him, he didn’t know. The third-year student had been feeling this way for quite a while but couldn’t put his finger on why he was feeling this way. A frown pulled on his lips before grabbing the water just in reach. Amajiki had been careful in keeping himself hydrated just in case he was sick, he wouldn’t want to get worse to the point where he would have to take time off of school and fall behind. With a small sigh, Amajiki took a sip of the water only for it to quickly come back up. The raven-haired male began coughing, assuming he had swallowed the water wrong. Covering his face with his arm to not infect anything. Tears pricked his eyes, removing his arm he was met with the sight of a peddle falling to the ground. Amajiki’s heart sank.

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𝑷𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖…

Hanahaki; a disease that infects a person who is involved in one-sided love. A disease that could be deadly if not treated properly. The infected’s lungs fill up with the flower peddles of petunia’s, sooner or later coughing them up until they’re coughing up their own blood. A surgery is offered to those infected, however, the cost of it is the infected’s feelings and love towards the person they are undoubtedly in love with.

Amajiki only continued to read up on the rumoured disease, his head pounding from the headache he had from looking at his computer screen for too long. It had been a few weeks since the first time he had coughed up those purple flower peddles, The same ones that were scattered along his bed. Classes had ended an hour ago and he had taken the time to research exactly what was wrong with him. He got his answers, but Amajiki was always under the impression that the disease was nothing more than a japanese myth, not once did he think he would get himself caught up in it. Coughing up more of the purple peddles, Amajiki cleared them off of his laptop in regret. He knew the reason behind it, it wasn’t as though he was a fool. He knew exactly who his heart longed for, but he also knew that the others heart longed for someone else.

Amajiki wondered how things would have turned out if he didn’t have the overwhelming anxiety of telling him how he felt, if he didn’t have the worry of being shut out or losing his friend despite knowing that he would never leave him on the side for a reason like that. After all, Mirio wasn’t that type of person, he was everything that Amajiki wasn’t. He was social, popular, above all he had the confidence to seek out what his heart wanted… Maybe thats why Amajiki was too late, Maybe that’s why his heart crushed as his two best friends announced the start of their relationship and all he could do was smile and be happy for them.

The sudden thought of it caused the male throw up more of the peddles, the beautiful purple coming out in larger groups, once in awhile getting caught in his throat, The pain was getting harder to hide. His chest hurt from the constant coughing, his throat hurt from the constant peddles that lodged themselves there until he forced them out…

Maybe.. The surgery wouldn’t be so bad. Amajiki quickly shook the thought out of his head, the thought of not feeling butterflies when Mirio was near, the thought of not feeling the happiness the blonde brought him, that pained him more than the peddles that flooded his lungs. He’d sleep on it and make his decision some other time..

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𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕.

The hero student’s alarm rang to his regret, waking up to a pile of peddles, he dreadfully dragged himself out of his bed, turning off his alarm he sat there for a moment or two, staring at the floor of his dorm room. Biting his lip, he knew he had no choice but to get up and go to his classes. Drawing in a breath, Amajiki stood up, making a point to change out of his night wear and into his school uniform, the weather was nice considering it was spring season but he didn’t complain, only draping his blazor on his bed, he’d decide later that he was better off leaving here.

Much to his demise, the school halls were buzzing as always, groaning a bit he placed a medical mask over his face, if question he’s simply state that he was catching a cold and didn’t want to infect anyone else. Almost immediately within walking into the class, he was faced with a familiar voice, buzzing with questions. “Amajiki! Hey Hey! How was your night? How’s your morning so far? Say, why’re you wearing a mask?” the female buzzed around him, he wasn’t annoyed with her, far from that, after all he and Hado were still friends. “Oh.. I think I’m catching a cold.. I didn’t want to infect anyone else” he played it off, the periwinkle-haired girl tilted to the side a bit. “If you’re feeling sick you should rest y’know! Getting plenty of sleep will help you get better quicker!” Amajiki knew she was right. However, for his case, only time would tell. “Thanks for your worry but.. I promise I’m okay” he assured his friend who only dropped the topic and went on about something else. Amajiki listened attentively, interested in how her weekend went, it seemed she had gotten a lot done in just the two days they had off. “Oh right! Mirio wanted me to tell you that we’re planning to eat outside for lunch today! The rain has stopped and we’re hoping it’s dry enough to sit!” she quickly mentioned to him. Amajiki went to give a small reply however their home room teacher had walked in; class had started.

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Amajiki had to it that making it through the first half of the day was hard with the urge to cough up those peddles. He rubbed his temples together, occupying a stall in the bathroom to relieve the pain in his chest from the peddles that suffocated him. He couldn’t stay long.. After all, his friends were waiting for him… 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔..

Swallowing his anxiety, Amajiki made his way from the bathroom to outside, wondering until he found his friends, noticing Mirio, the male choked quickly, the pain in his chest seemed to tighten as he pushed down whatever was trying to come out. He wouldn’t let it, not now at least. Pushing his feelings down, Amajiki pushed himself over to his friends, Nejire quickly buzzing “Tama! We were beginning to wonder if you got lost!” she laughed quietly, Mirio laughing. “I was wondering if we should go and find you, but it looks like you found your way to us just fine!” Mirio chimed in before frowning. “I hope you’re feeling okay though, Nejire told me about your cold, get some rest!” the group seemed as their usually cheery self,, With Amajiki on the side. Often times he wondered just how they truely felt, Ah.. his anxiety was always eating at him.

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𝑩𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆

𝑩𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆

𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕

𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕..

Weeks and weeks seemed to . Amajiki continued to show up to class until he didn’t, being in too much pain, not having the strength to leave. The male stood infront of the mirror, hands benched on the side of the sink as he coughed up more peddles that was soon followed by more blood. As of late, nothing had changed, at least not for the better. Larger groups of peddles came up as blood followed them, it seemed as though Amajiki only coughed, no breathing.. Just catching his breath before coughing some more. His hands stained red from the blood he would cough into his hands when he couldn’t dispose of it in the sink.

The third-year student had considered the surgery, however… the thought of never feeling the feeling of loving Mirio every again pained him, thinking about it only made his chest tighten more, his pain worse until he was spewing more peddles. By now, Amajiki’s room was decorated with the purple petunias. What a lovely flower it was… oh how he hated it so much.. What a lovely feeling love was.. What a dangerous game it was to play.

Amajiki stumbled back from the sink, his back hitting the wall before losing his balance, his hands over his mouth as if to keep everything down, however, in such an attempt no coughing could fix the blood and peddles logded in his throat that was causing him to choke. No surgery could save him in time.

Eventually, The pain did stop, so did the coughing. The peddles stopped shedding and regretfully enough, so did Amajiki’s heart. Love was such a lovely concept yet such a dangerous feeling to have. Maybe if he hadn’t been so careless, things would have been better, maybe if he had talked with Mirio, things would be better, but who was he kidding.. Mirio didn’t love him, He loved Nejire.. And who was he to take his happiness away.

𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖…