❀❀ ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑎ℎ𝑎𝑘𝑖 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑢 ;
I don't remember when it started, but it just suddenly did. Something like when you stare at the sky and a shooting stare would suddenly just pass by.
No matter how hard I try remembering, all I can remember is one day I just had the weirdest and most frightening experience in my whole life.
While I was studying for my exams, I threw up a petal. It was originally pink but it was stained red with my blood. I haven't told anyone about this, it was only supposed to happen in fairytales. But, it did, to me.
If the feeling itself is scary, then having this fantasy-like disease multiplies it by more than a hundred times. I tried rejecting the feeling, but it only gets worse when I do that.
The feeling came in first. It took a while before the day I threw up a petal. Not knowing when the feeling came makes it scary, I don't even understand how it came. It just happened.
I'm only sure of who can activate the feeling, and the chance of throwing up a petal. Kita Shinsuke, the captain ball of the volleyball team, and the guy called Mr. Perfect. A dangerous thing is that I'm on that club.
"(Y/n), can I see the notebook?" I turn to Suna and nod, taking the notebook out of my bag to give it to him.
"Oh, Suna." He hummed, eyes still on the notebook. "About your spikes, be careful with bending over too much. I know that you're flexible enough, but I uhm.."
"You worry too much, I'll be fine." I scrunch my nose in annoyance, earning a light hit on the head with the notebook. "You should worry about yourself instead. You're clearly hiding something."
I let out an awkward laugh and he only furrowed his brows at me. He placed the notebook on my desk, sitting on the edge of it. He never acts this way, but he does worry from time to time. I don't get why though.
"What's been going on about you lately? You leave earlier than everyone, and sometimes you even avoid us." Do I really have to answer his question? It's too much to ask for. "I won't force it out of you, but tell someone before it gets worse."
"What if it'll get worse when I tell someone?" He squinted his eyes, giving me a questioning look. "What will I do then?"
He slowly reached his hand out, placing it on my forehead. "Are you dying?" I immediately back away and wave my hands in front my face. "Then what is it?"
"Wouldn't it be better for you to share your burdens? You'd need help." I jump and accidentally wrap my arms around Suna's neck, finding Osamu right behind me. "Oh, sorry."
Why are these boys in here anyway?? "It's an embarrassing thing to talk about so please just let me off."
"We will but uhm.. You have to let me off first." I turn to Suna, finding his face right in front of mine. I let go of him and sit on my chair, letting out an awkward laugh to ease the tension. "We'll see you later." I give them both a nod and they head out.
I do have a friend that I can talk to about this. She can understand if she's the one that I'll inform about this first. But, will she believe in me that I have that disease? This is something that doesn't usually happens.
Setting that aside, class continued and everything was fine. I just can't keep my mind off the thought of telling someone about it. I might instead be taken to a mental hospital for saying something ridiculous.
Classes ended and so did club activities. I headed straight home to avoid everyone like they said, it's the best way to keep everything a secret. It's going to be hard if a lot of people finds out about the truth.
When I got to my room, I found my best friend on my bed. I don't remember asking her to come to my house, I didn't tell her to hang out with me, nor do I think she said anything about coming.
"Hey, Osamu and Suna told me to force it out of you." I raise my brow and her eyes turn to me. "They said that you keep avoiding your teammates."
"I thought they let me off already." Those boys. "I don't think you'd take me seriously though. Anyway, can you roll off to the side and let me lay beside you?" She rolled to her side and I lay down.
She sat up and looked at me suspiciously, making me raise my brow at her again. "Just exactly what are you hiding that you're too scared of telling anyone?" I rest my arm on my forehead, taking a deep breath as I think about it.
"Hey... promise me first that you won't laugh at me." I peeked and she nodded, I guess this is it. "I don't know how it started, and when exactly... but do you know the thing.. about.. you know.. that thing."
"I won't understand anything if you won't tell me!" I groan as I sit up, seeing how annoyed she already is. "Whatever it is, I won't laugh or think that you're weird! What's weird is how you're acting like that."
"Hanahaki Disease." Her eyes widened, her once crossed arms loosened and fell to her sides. "I have it."
"What do you mean you have it? Throwing up petals?? A flower if possible?" I nod. "W-When? How..?" I give her an are-you-serious look and she shakes her head. "Instead of those... who? And why??"
"Kita-san, our senior." I answer truthfully, if I don't I'd throw up more than 10 petals. But, even with just admitting who I like, I threw up 4 petals. "See?" I stand and head to my desk, placing the petals inside a jar. "This is how much I've thrown up since the first time."
"You already filled half of it?? And that jar's a 12-inch jar!" I sit beside her and hug a pillow close to my body, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "Why?"
"I only threw up 1 petal on the first, and after a few days, I tried thinking about the person and things happened. I rejected the feeling and threw up a lot, so, that explains it." She--she just face palmed. I don't have any other explanation.. "What??"
"You know, you could die from that?" I nod. "You should just accept it and keep the petals to a minimum, but, it won't stop unless..."
"Unless he reciprocates my feelings." I smile, earning a smack on the back of my hard. "It's fine, once I tell mom about this.. and once the feelings get too intense, surgery's the option I have."
"But, won't that..?" I nod. "Are you fine with that?" I smile sweetly at her to reassure her, only to see how worried she is.
Once I get surgery, the feelings will be gone and I'd be free from thinking about the dangers of being around the person. I might not even remember the disease once it's over. I just don't want to be stuck because of this.
I'll be fine. It never really mattered anyway.
~~~
Nationals is coming up so the boys are preparing for it. After telling Hana, my best friend, everything has been slightly better. Whenever we have a conversation, she'd accidentally talk about him and I would just react to it.
I barely approach the boys during training, but they would still talk to me when they have the chance. Anytime, just not during training. I still haven't told anyone about it. I only told Hana.
Watching the boys play makes me feel weird, I feel guilty. Coach has been asking me why I haven't written much record for a certain someone, and I don't know what to answer.
"(Y/n), is there something going on?" Coach asks, he's scolding me right now. I should've been careful. "You can't leave his records incomplete. Doesn't mean that Kita's not a part of the first 6, you're not going to write his information down."
Fuck, it hurts.. it's scratching my throat. I try swallowing it back to answer, it hurts as hell. "I-I'm sorry. I don't know... uhm.."
"You should--you're bleeding." He pointed to the corner of his mouth, making me cover my mouth immediately. "Are you okay?" I nod repeatedly and the pain worsens.
"I-I'm sorry.. but I--" I failed to keep it in. I fall to my knees and throw up, there's a lot of blood. No... it's supposed to be a secret.
Coach kneeled in front of me and checked on me, he's shaking. I failed to keep it a secret. I can't... "Why did you eat flowers???" I'm sorry but that's not the case. "I'm sorry. This is nothing." But again, I threw up more petals this time.
"(Y/n)?" Suna! I turn around and find the whole team behind me. Their eyes are all on me, but it's hard to make out what look they're giving me. "Petals.. don't tell me?"
I stand to run away, pushing through each one of them to get through the door. Suddenly a hand grabs my wrist, stopping me from going any further. I turn around and throw up, it's a flower this time..
"(Y/n)," Kita-san furrowed his brows, eyeing me suspiciously. I pull my hand away from him and hang my head low. "What's going on? Why are you throwing up petals and blood?"
Before I could say anything, Suna gets in between us and holds my hand. He whispered something to me before turning to Kita-san, hiding me behind him as he talked to them about it.
The boys left us one by one and so did coach. He and I stayed outside to talk more about the situation. I never thought that he'd know about the Hanahaki Disease.
He let go of my hand and turned to me, his eyes were filled with nothing but worry. "Since when--? Instead, how long have you been throwing those up?"
"A month or so already."
"Who?" I raise my brow, seeing something weird in his eyes. "I'm asking you who you like. Don't worry about the petals."
"...Kita-san... Kita Shinsuke." I let out a few petals and he stays unfazed. "I might be just as normal as every other girl, if I had fallen in love with someone over something so simple."
"Of course you're normal, unless you're secretively an alien." Why did he have to crack a joke right now? "Was this your secret?" I let out a sigh and nod. "You should.. just confess."
"And throw up a flower? Maybe even more than one.. you do know how much blood I'll lose by then?" He suddenly paused, his eyes going to the petals on the floor.
"You're going to die if he won't like you back, or if you won't get surgery for it. As far as I know, you don't throw up blood too." Wait, something's weird.
"How do you know about this?" He looked away, turning back to the petals scattered on the floor.
"I just do." Okay..
~~~
While the Nationals is on for them, we also have to study for the exams. I spend most of the time at the library nowadays. Coach understood my situation and I was allowed to take some time off the club.
I'm currently studying to keep my mind off the other things. Hana has helped me with the flowers and petals, other people also found out about it already. The burden of hiding it is gone but, it's still a heavy burden.
Just like I expected, the problem just got bigger and I throw up more petals than before. At least I already expected this beforehand, if I hadn't, then I would be panicking now.
"Is this book in this library?" Shit. I turn to the voice and found Kita-san speaking to the student in charge. He turned around and our eyes met, he gave me a smile and I just nod. In a few minutes, "do you mind if I sit beside you?" I shake my head and he takes a seat.
"A-Are you here to study for your finals?" Why am I talking to him? He shook his head and showed the book he had. "Shakespeare... Romeo and Juliet..?" He nodded and put it back down on the table.
"We have to write an essay about it." I just nod and turn back to my textbook. The problem's pretty difficult. "You need to find the x first." Before I knew it, he scooted closer and his face is now next to mine.
He started to teach me how to answer the problem and it didn't ended there. Every time I start to struggle with a problem, he just seems to take notice of it and he'd help me out. It's very uncomfortable for me though.
I don't know how I should be dealing with this current situation. If I get too excited and fluttery inside, I'd throw up petals. I rest my chin on my palm, my elbow resting on the table. I'm a bit tired... I want to stop now.
"(Y/n)." I hum as I turn, finding his face very close to mine and our lips... we kissed by accident.
I immediately back away and bow. "I'm sorry....." I look back up and he's frozen. He's just as surprised as I am. "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to uhm.." I let out a cough and cover my mouth, I'm gonna throw up a flower.
He blinked a few times and finally got back. "Do you need to throw up?" I nod. "Go ahead." He gave me a smile and I catch the flower with my hand.
"It's clean..." I look at the pink flower in my hand, feeling a bit happy that it's not stained with blood. But, it's will weird to throw up a flower all of a sudden.
"(Y/n), I heard about the disease." I only hum, admiring the peculiar pretty flower in my hand. "You throw up petals or a whole flower, because of one-sided love." Shit, I'm gonna hit the one who informed him. "Why did you throw up right now?"
I look at him and it doesn't seem like he's gonna give up. "It's you," he tilted his head and raised his brow, "it's because I like you."
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I knew it was weird. Definitely weird. Out of a sudden, she'd avoid me or straight up ignore me. She would call Suna or Atsumu to get away from me. Did I do something wrong?
She's the manager, (L/n) (Y/n), a second-year. I was the one who recruited her, and ever since she joined the club, everything seemed a little bit easier. Not that it was hard before.
But, it was unusual and sudden. She started to distance herself from me. Our conversations end with her giving me a bow, or a smile, or a nod—I feel like I did something wrong. She was just.. she was acting different.
Things happened like this:
"(Y/n), may I borrow your notebook?" She immediately nodded her head, turning to me to hand me the item. She gave me a bow and quickly ran off to the second-years.
That was awkward. I read the notes, searching for my page to analyze my improvements, but there's only... there's nothing much on my pages. There was almost nothing, for this month at least.
"(Y/n)—Where is she?" I ask the others, only earning shrugs from them.
"She went home." Suna sudden admits, walking away to head to the storage room.
Basically, she always ends up running away from me. I thought it was only me, but then, she started conversing with other teammates less than before. It was already kept to a minimum but... it worsened.
As the captain ball and the one who recruited her, I got worried. For an unbelievable reason—there's none. I started to observe her, trying to approach her but she always goes home.
Normally, she and I would have normal talks with each other. They were simple but fruitful conversations. I always learn more about her through them, but now.. no chance.
Until one day, coach scolded her for not writing my performance. I kept an eye on them while we were still on break. Suddenly, she fell to her knees and blood was what we saw... and petals too.
I held her back and she threw up more. The petals came from her. I asked her but she stayed silent. Suna stepped in between us and made all of us leave them alone to talk. It made me curious...
"Hmm, (Y/n)'s throwing up petals.." Atsumu thinks out loud, catching my attention. "Did she eat the flower...?" I blink my eyes and think for a bit, asking myself if it would be helpful to listen to him. No chance.
I walk away to tend to the balls, "I think it's the disease," hearing that... I stop. Disease? "Hana.... Harunaki? Hanamaki? Hana...ha.. Hanahaki!" Aran finally makes out the right word. "Hanahaki Disease."
"What's this disease you're talking about, Aran?" I ask as I walk over to them, seeing all of them tense up. "Be at ease." And they all let out heavy sighs. "Anyway, what is it? Is it deadly?"
"It can be." Aran replied, my eyes had the urge to grow wider but I let them stay the way they are.
"How is it deadly?" I ask again.
"Well honestly, this disease was only a fairytale but... I don't think so anymore." Osamu says, glancing at the two who are still talking outside. What's taking them so long?
"Well, the Hanahaki disease.. if I'm not mistaken.. can make her suffocate once it worsens." Suffocate? "It's a disease that you get from one-sided love, which means... she has a crush on someone!!!" They look rather happy, than scared.
I immediately give them a look and they stopped rejoicing. "Don't rejoice over something that could take her life." I tell them and they all saluted with their right hands. "More information please."
Atsumu gave me a suspicious look. "Whatever he said, it's something you get from unrequited love. Petals, flowers would fill her lungs.. and that's why she coughs them out or throws up. Just like he said, if her feelings won't be reciprocated.. then she could suffocate to death, or! Get surgery to take the petals out, but!!!" What's with the yells?
"She won't have the feelings for the person anymore." Osamu adds, making Atsumu groan in irritation. "It's surprisingly scary though. I've heard about the disease, but her case is weird.... she's not supposed to throw up blood with the petals."
All of them nodded in agreement. Unrequited love... petals.... suffocation and death. Hanahaki Disease. (Y/n) has this and it's the reason why she's been ignoring us—me, mostly.
The exams are coming up, a nice distraction for her. She uses it as an excuse to get away from practice, she's in the library nowadays. I feel like I'm in the wrong here... she's still avoiding me.
There was an essay contest—just in class—I wanted to write something they won't expect to come from me so.. I wanted to try romance. I'm just interested, at the moment... maybe because of her.
For the best, I chose Romeo and Juliet. The star-crossed lovers, characters of the story named after themselves. Written by William Shakespeare. Ill-fated, star-crossed lovers; I found interest in them.
I decided to hit the library and found (Y/n) studying. I met yes with her, I try giving her a smile but she just nodded. After finding the book, I decided to sit beside her. There wasn't other suitable places.
I helped her out with her problems, she seemed like she was having trouble. I wanted to help her out to ease the tension between us, the one she created.
"(Y/n)." I call out and she turned to me, her lips landing perfectly on mine. Soft.
She started to apologize again and again, but my head was focused on one thing. We kissed. It was an accident. I didn't have the motive, it just happened... but, why am I so fazed? My heart's..
Back to reality, she's covering her mouth. "Do you need to throw up?" She gives me a nod and I smiled. "Go ahead." Just then a beautiful flower comes out of her.
"It's clean..." She mumbled to herself.
"(Y/n), I heard about the disease." She's not paying attention to me. "You throw up petals or a whole flower, because of one-sided love." Seems like I finally caught her attention. "Why did you throw up right now?"
I just look at her, waiting for her to say something. "It's you," I tilt my head and raise my brow, "it's because I like you." What?
"You like me?" She nodded, covering her face with her hands. "Oh, because we're friends?" She shook her head and sighed. Another flower came out, but it's.. bloody. "(Y/n)?"
"I knew it wasn't going to happen..." I just watch her sigh and stare at the two different flowers. Suddenly, she stands from the chair and starts to gather her things. "I'm sorry, but, Kita-san... I have to leave today."
Before I could say goodbye, she was gone and away from my sight. I don't feel satisfied—my heart doesn't. Why do you ache?
~~~
Ever since that day, that day in the library. She hasn't coughed out any petal or flower. She had a bright smile on her face, and she started talking to me normally again.
(Y/n) had complete records and got scolded less. Though we do talk, she still hangs a lot more with the others. It gives an unsettling feeling in my heart. I hate it.
Today, it's our game today. The first game for my last year in Nationals. The last chance to win. I won't play a lot of games, but, I will still be there. It's the last, I'll treasure it.
"(Y/n), have you gotten the passes?" She immediately turned to me and nodded her head, a bright smile plastered on her face. I return the gesture. "Make sure to wear that, and tell Atsumu to calm down with meeting people."
"Of course." She replies with a little giggle. There it is again. The weird pound in my chest. "Also, uhm, Kita-san.... here." I turn to her, finding her standing on her toes to reach for my head. "Woah," she giggled, "that's your pass."
"Thank you." She nodded and turned away, but I grab her wrist and she turns back. I don't have anything to say, yet I acted on impulse instead. "Sorry, I just randomly... did that."
"No biggie." She smiled again before running off to Suna. It's pounding, it really is.
I got interviewed by the reporters, and it's nothing new. I've been experiencing this for a while, well, when I got to be the captain ball. Atsumu gets the girls, and Osamu gets him back from them.
Hearing a cough, I look around and found (Y/n) struggling. I was about to approach her when Suna came to her first. Pound. She chuckled and stuck her tongue out at Suna, and he smiled at her too.
Enough of that, we all headed out to the court to go against the rivals of the old. Karasuno. They have weird players, but I have seen enough. Atsumu's the weirdest of them all, and Osamu is a little bit weird too.
The game soon started and we all just watched the boys do their jobs. (Y/n) looks fine—why am I looking at her? Anyway, during the second set, I had to enter. They were all losing their composure.
The match went on and Atsumu, weirdly enough, was actually quite interesting during the game. The human tangerine caught his attention. I get how his setter gives him nice tosses.
The game ended and we all head out. "I'm happy, to play with all of you." I tell them, feeling all of them stop walking. "I just wanted to say it one day.. brag about having you guys as my teammates." I give them a smile but all of them were serious.
I look behind me and found (Y/n). Woah, I didn't notice her. She just smiled and looked at me innocently. "Then say it." I turn to the twins, they look serious. "Say it, say that you're happy that we're your teammates."
I continue walking ahead, feeling like I'm being pulled down from behind. I look behind me, and found petals and blood on the floor. (Y/n)... she's coughing up a lot. Petals and flowers.. they're all stained red.
"Hey, (Y/n), are you okay?" Her grip on my shirt slowly loosened, and her body fell on me. "She's unconscious." What should I do? "Someone get help."
"Hey (Y/n), wake up!" Suna's here to help too. "(Y/n)!"
Her face is right by my neck so I can tell, but... her breath is so cold and so is her touch. She's dying. "Hurry!" She coughed a little, a flower coming out from her... "(Y/n) stay with us!" My heart's pounding.. I've never been this scared.
I felt her chuckle, seeing a smile on her face. She coughed a little more, and I got blood on my neck..
Everything... everything slowly went blurry.. I heard nothing.. but a strong sound of silence.
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I've been keeping it in. Ever since that day, that day in the library. He didn't understand, or did he deny it? Can't tell. He's a robot, everyone knows that. But he's also not... he gives warm genuine gestures and smiles.
My condition started getting worse, I rejected my feelings. I denied them again and... I coughed flowers pulled with blood. I know for a fact that I could die. But, it's an option. If I die, it ends.
Nationals.. he kept looking at me. He kept trying to engage conversations with me. I would let him, smile and fake it. I deny my feelings but hold the flowers in. Even if they scratch my throat.
I haven't coughed any since last night. I've swallowed back everything, and held them in. I can't afford having him see me throw up again. I already told myself.
I'm not going to throw up in front of them, ever again.
But I failed. I failed miserably. I'm in the verge of dying. After holding it in, I coughed them all out. Perfectly blood-stained flowers. I fell on him, and stained him too. Who? Who else could it be? Kita Shinsuke.
He held me with eyes of terror, fear—why? I chuckle, thinking that he liked me back. Impossible. Anyone could like me, but him? Not a chance. Suna said he liked me though.. and that he went through the same thing. I had someone I could relate too.
But right now, he held me tight and cried. The thought crossed my mind, "I like you," that would've been ideal. Yet, it's not how it is.
He doesn't like me, therefore... I must die, or I shall undergo surgery. It's the only way. I'm sorry.
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She's unconsciously laying on me. I hold her tight, wishing that my warmth could keep her alive. Her breath is slowly fading, and she's slowly dying. She might. She will, if no one comes.
Luckily, the paramedics came and rushed her to the hospital. I immediately volunteered to tag along. I made the twins stay to watch the match, and Suna followed.
I was stained with her blood. It didn't seem like it's infectious but... her blood.. Why is she dying? I thought she was okay. She was smiling brightly. She was happy.
Right when we got to the hospital, I was asked to wait outside the Emergency Room. Whatever happens, I wish she stays alive. I want to ask her a lot of questions. She's the one who had answers to them.
"Suna, I thought she was happy." I felt him tick.
"Are you possibly insane, Kita-san?" I turn to him, seeing a bitter smile on his face. "Are you?" I shake my head and hang my head low. "You're so dense."
"In what manner?"
"She likes you." I look at him, seeing the smile on his face—it's gone. "She's in love with you." She is? "She confessed, she said she did.. but what did you think of it? Friends..? Because you're friends?"
"I'm sorry, I don't know anything about love." I admit. I may have dodged the topic, but it wasn't love, right?
"You even kissed." My heart pounded in my chest. "You don't realize it yet? That she's in love with you? That she tried denying the truth and hid it from us? She held it in.. and suffocated."
"You mean she—"
"Because you misunderstood, she thought that it would be best to hold it in." She planned... on dying?? "Death or surgery, she didn't have you as an option."
"I'm at fault, I admit to it. I still don't understand though... but I'm really sorry." I don't know anything at all.
~~~
The doctor said she was safe. Her mother agreed to surgery right away. Her mother was neither furious, nor sad—she was lost. She also thought that it was over, but it wasn't.
She got surgery and is currently unconscious. I visit everyday. I talk to her, in case she might hear me. I apologize, and ask her if she loves me. It aches my heart.
I'm the reason why she's on that bed.
If I had known how love felt, would I have saved her from that? She.. she.. she's— I know nothing. I know nothing about love, and liking someone. It never occurred to me. It wasn't important, and now, it is.
I continued reading Romeo and Juliet, I even watched the movie. I tried to understand what it meant to be in love, and the story portrayed it perfectly.
To risk yourself to protect the one you love, to prevent them from worrying—you get foolish and reckless, but it still brings you happiness to see your lover happy. Yet, it's still tragic. The love story was tragic.
I tried understanding the feeling, and every time I did. I thought if (Y/n). Her name makes my heart beat faster, and my cheeks immediately feel warmer. Why?
I know how it feels by description from others, but of myself... I have none. I tried learning it, but nothing came to me. I still don't know how to love someone... romantically.
"I heard (Y/n)'s discharged." I hear her best friend, Hana, say. "She.. doesn't remember anything about the disease." What? "The feelings are gone too, and she just laughs whenever she talks about Kita-san."
My heart pounded in my chest, and my throat got itchy. I cough a bit, and swallow the lump in my throat. I loosen my necktie as I walk to the gym.
My chest is still pounding, why? At the sound of her name I felt excited.. then the news.. it hurt. I don't know why but it hurt. She doesn't like me like she used to. The surgery was successful...
I get changed in the locker room, letting out coughs from time to time. I look at myself in the pocket mirror I had, seeing my cheeks flush red at the thought of (Y/n).
Why am I red? Am I drunk? Clearly not. But, why? At the thought of her... I let out a cough, making me clear my throat and rub it too. I'm earning weird stares from them.
I waited until they all left. I'm a little late today. I let out a cough, a hand right by my mouth.. I look at it and found blood and petals. What? Am I hallucinating?
I let out more coughs and petals came out of my mouth. I don't get it... why?? Who am I in love with? I'm not in love with her—I cough out, harshly this time. Countless petals come out my mouth.
I can't leave it like this. I head out to go to the storage room, suddenly bumping into someone. I fall on my ass and look up. No.... I swallow the lump in my throat again, swallowing back the petals which scratched my throat.
I'm... not... I stop myself from letting them out, finding (Y/n) kneel in front of me. "Kita-san? I've been calling out to you.. Are you okay?"
You feel so distant. You're not the (Y/n) I knew... you feel more distant than before you got those petals removed. You were brighter before surgery.. what's with you? Moreover, what's with me?
Flowers, petals, and blood.
I'm in love with you too, but now, it's too late.
done! i hope you liked this! i haven't slept lmao and it's 5 am! anyway!!!! i love you all and i hope you loved this! jk anywayyyyyy good mornight sweethearts! ~