─ ⟢ Lovesick 𓈒𓏸.°•
C/W : Angst, unrequited love, irony at it's finest, hanahaki disease, mentions of throwing up blood
⟢ CHARACTER : Rin Itoshi ~ (Drabble)
Rin would deny everything, till the day he died.
If you'd ask him why he stuck around you so much, he'd tell you it's cause you let him in your orbit.. and while it's not a lie- it's nowhere NEAR the whole truth.
A little obsession that started with brushed fingers and secretive smiles that he hoped were just for him.. you could have him stutter with even the slightest glance
You're tugging him along campus, a pinky interlocked with his and he's.. trying not to die.
The flush on his face is damn-near unatural and you have half-mind to ask if he was running a fever
You sigh knowing he'd be stubborn about it anyways, so you move your free hand up his chest to try loosen the strings of his hoodie
He patiently lets you tug at his strings like he's your marionette and nothing more, though you're not sure if he's breathing at the moment
And when you look up to questioningly meet his gaze, he turns on his heel and.. sprints.
No explaination. Down the corridor. As if he's running from his inner demons..
You shrug moving on with your day without a second glance..
Meanwhile.. the flustered boy who ran away from you is currently heeving- in the gent's restroom, clutching onto his chest right where you touched him.. tendrils contrict yet he doesn't think he cares.
His heart practically on the verge of leaping out his throat and running back to it's rightful owner.. You.
Would it really be so bad..?
If he wants to breathe you in, like you're his own special brand of oxygen?
If he wants to suffocate under the tips of your pretty little fingers and quite possibly die in your arms?
Sometimes he can't help but think you're a fidget of his imagination, it wouldn't be too far off.. you've appeared in his dreams and made a home for yourself there, like you own even the realm of his own mind.
Maybe he'd adore being called yours.. and maybe that's all he's ever wanted to be.
No Name. No Itoshi Rin. Just yours.
But.. he really needs to get his act together before he throws his guts out.
What's love, without a little sickness..?
Flowers delicately bloom at his throat, spilling out with harsh coughs and the urge to choke on his own blood..
He's left with trembling hands, holding onto white petals of what he assumed were Camellias.. even the langauge of flowers mocked him.
He wipes his lips of the blood, eyeing the stained white flowers with clear disgust.
That was him.
Disgusting. God.. he was so fucking disgusting.
Maybe you'd never be his. maybe he'll rot. Not in your arms, like how he'd imagined.. rather in this dingy campus restroom.
Your name rests heavily on his tongue, a plea.. and a prayer, all the same.
He blanks out.
A/N : So.. firstly- I apologise? And secondly, some explaination- White camellias typically represent waiting and also devotion- most white flowers hint at purity so also that.. Andd the blood-stained kinda hints at red, so red camellias. they have like an association with noble death among samurai's and stuff The entire concept is basically supposed to be a contradiction, his love isn't pure- it's devastatingly overwhelming.. and well.. rotting in a restroom isn't a very noble death.. When Rin finally accepted his ocean-deep adoration for you. he died. (Yay foreshadowing)