Hanahaki Disease
Haikyuu x Reader // Hanahaki Disease ft. tsukishima, kenma, oikawa, sugawara, & bokuto cw ~ angst//foul language//fights//characters attend UA tw ~ mentions of bl()()d//hanahaki disease//d34th plot - overwhelmed with disease, one way or another, you manage to confess to your crush. even if you know it won't be returned.
Tsukishima had been looking for you all day. You hadn't been to school in a couple of weeks and he wasn't the type of person to go asking around.
he eventually made it to your house, in the middle of a downpour, without an umbrella.
very unlikely for Tsukishima, so you know he's worried.
when you saw him from your window, your heart got caught in your throat, only to be thrown back down by the flowery vines that clogged them.
you wanted to run to him, let yourself be known, but you could barely sit yourself up to look through your window.
it was as if you had a cloak of illness covering you.
you coughed a couple of petals into your hands, petals draped with blood, sticking together as if it were saliva.
your mother wouldn't let him inside at first, but eventually gave in, guiltiness overwhelming her.
the blonde rushed up the stairs to your room, knocking a few times before opening the door and peeking his head inside.
there you lay, weak and pale (*whenever I mention pale, I mean a little lighter than your original skin color), surrounded by trashed flowers. your eyes drifted to meet his, and emotion filled him to the brim at the sight of your condition.
without a doubt, he knew what this was.
what scared him was the fact that he knew exactly who it was from your expression when you saw him.
eyes almost sparkling at the sight of their love, a small smile spreading itself across their face.
and what horrified him was that he could not save you.
yet, he gave into his heart and stayed by your side, to care for you as you drew closer to death.
"hey, kei-" you began, taking a moment to hack up a flower, which Tsukishima quickly did away with. "thanks for being here. I just can't believe this is it."
his heart shriveled and he clenched his jaw, afraid of letting himself go in front of your dying figure.
"don't say that." he lectured, his voice ever so slightly wavering. his arms snaked around your fragile body, pulling you to his chest.
you burst into a sudden fit of coughs. you shook from the pressure of the flowers, fingers digging into Tsukishima's skin. he ignored it.
when you gasped as if you couldn't breathe, tears streaming down your cheeks, Tsuki finally allowed the tears welling up in his eyes to fall.
"I love you." you rasped, nuzzling your head into his chest.
Tsukishima bit at the skin on his lips. his head hung low and his back bent over, protecting your figure, as if he could've protected you before.
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Kenma found you asleep on his couch when he left his room, having finished playing a couple of games with his friends.
you must've fallen asleep while waiting to hangout, at least he thought.
when taking a closer look, he noticed your still figure. you didn't seem to be breathing.
placing his hand against your forehead, he couldn't feel any warmth.
you were cold.
his thoughts began to scramble and his eyes widened.
a few flowers sat on the floor beside the couch, wet with blood. in your hands lay a couple more.
his eyes glazed over your figure once more, and it finally hit him.
you were dead.
a note lay next to your body, which he eagerly picked up, a hand slapped against his mouth.
"Dear Kenma, if you're seeing this, then I'm probably dead. I know this is sudden, but I would like you to know that I am in love with you. I am in love with you so much that I developed a very rare disease, and so much that I couldn't bare to get a surgery for it. Hanahaki disease. I hope you understand and can move on. Love, Dearest y/n."
his heart fell swollen, and a ringing grew in his ears.
the hole you had once replaced in his heart reappeared.
yet he still loved you all the same.
if only he had made a move sooner, spent more time with you. he was in love with you as you were in love with him.
was he truly that blind?
tears streamed down his cheeks without realization and he began to sob, overwhelmed with grief.
his throat itched, which was odd at a time like this, but he couldn't focus on anything other than your lifeless body which lay on his couch.
he pulled your hand to his chest and pressed it against the area where his heart was.
when kuroo found out, he tried his best to surpress his feelings to comfort kenma.
kenma stayed by himself for some time after your death.
after your funeral, he coughed up a petal.
it looked just like your favorite flower.
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Oikawa was captain and setter for your schools volleyball team.
you were close, all because you knew Iwaizumi growing up. you two were best friends.
not that you minded. if given the chance, you would accept any request from Oikawa to date.
he was pretty, he was athletic, and he understood your humor and jabbing remarks.
he understood you and was always there for you.
the day you threw up petals was the day you had planned to confess. the same day you saw Oikawa wrapping his arms around some other girl.
when the petals came out, you immediately ranted to Iwaizumi who couldn't believe the idea.
yet when he saw you cough into your hands in front of him, he finally accepted it.
he wished for you to tell Oikawa, which you swatted away.
"go ask him who he likes and maybe I will."
Iwaizumi did so, but couldn't get any serious answer out of him.
when you hid from Oikawa or avoided him, he took it as some playful jab towards him. yes, he was slightly offended, but didn't take it as much more then a little joke.
but a week had passed and Oikawa began to realize you weren't playing.
no more flirtatious jokes. no more hugs and playful insults.
Iwaizumi told him what had happened. he decided it was for the better. Oikawa couldn't get it through his mind.
you liked him. and now you could get killed for it.
it was like he was being given a life or death choice in his mind. except, it was a death choice.
he had no such feelings for you.
he begged Iwaizumi to tell him the truth, tell him it was all some misunderstanding. Iwa only shook his head.
"She has to get the surgery! If she ends up dead I couldn't forgive myself."
and so, per Oikawa's request, you got the surgery.
when you returned, he was so happy to see you were alright, but you barely felt a thing towards him.
after some time, Oikawa realized all your smiles towards him were fake. all of your recent actions were all fake.
you couldn't love anyone else romantically because of him. you couldn't jokingly flirt with him. you couldn't play around anymore.
he blamed it on himself, sometimes asking if he should of let you go.
but at least you're alive. right-?
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Sugawara has always been there for you. whether that be when you threw up from getting too dizzy on a rollercoaster or when you were sucked into selfish and worthless feelings.
he was always there for you.
he treated you like a parent you never had, except he also treated you as if you were your own person. he gave you advice and kept you from digging yourself into a hole full of harm.
so it wasn't surprising when you began to like him.
but you didn't expect to die from it.
you were watching Sugawara practice from the side one day, instead of practicing with him.
you weren't feeling well, and you could barely talk.
Suga offered you to help with collecting each volleyball and catching them whenever he set them.
it wasn't until Sugawara flashed that shiny, bright smile that you began to feel woozy. time seemed to pause as his hair flew to the side, caught in the wind of his quick movements.
you stumbled on your feet, clutching onto the volleyball in your hand.
Suga was confused, reaching out to place his hands onto your shoulders and bring you back to your senses.
your weight fell onto him and you began to cough relentlessly, scaring the boy.
the flowers you'd been spitting out for the past month or two had finally been shown to Suga, followed by small blood droplets that spattered against the petals.
"y/n!" he sputtered out. "what- what's happening?!"
he called an ambulance, fumbling with his phone all the while.
the pain set off a reaction of tears, which Sugawara soon copied.
"I couldn't tell you," you coughed, grasping Suga's shirt to distract yourself from the overbearing pain that seared through your body. "but I have the hanahaki disease."
Sugawara's eyes widened and he grew in worry. "what?"
a soft chuckle managed to escape the tangle of vines in your throat, burning it up. "It means the one I love does not feel the same, at least I don't know for sure, but it seems so."
Suga clenched his jaw, pulling you closer to him.
"jeez, Suga. I'm gonna miss you. I love you so mu-" before you could finish the last sentence, the flowers grew too big and fast for your body to handle, and you couldn't get any more air inside your lungs.
Sugawara screamed. he screamed until the ambulance took you away. and then he cried. he cried until his eyes ran dry.
for he loved you just as much.
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Bokuto had needed help suit shopping for the upcoming dance.
hard enough as it was, knowing that he showed no sign of asking you to the dance, you still accepted to be a good friend
Bokuto had no sense in style.
well, maybe some. but not for anything formal.
"what about this?" he asked, pointing to some random suit. it was a pink shirt with a gray vest. you knit your eyebrows together and sighed.
"you're a disaster. let me find one, watch me."
you led the boy around the store, feeling the texture of each and everything.
Bokuto copied your movements to look as if he knew what he was doing, but in reality he just wanted to look cool. like you.
you finally came across a nicely textured suit with a red jacket and a blackish-gray inside. the pants that followed the shirt were the same color.
Bokuto oohed at your choice and immediately took it off the hook.
"careful, mister. that's a very nice suit. you're a very nice guy, but a very messy guy too."
"oh right! of course, y/n." he tucked the suit under his arm.
you led him to the tie section for a moment to grab a red tie. you imagined him in the suit, and the scratchy feeling from all those lonely, dark nights returned to haunt you again.
slinging the tie over his shoulder, you made your ways to the shoes.
Bokuto chose out his own shoes, a nice jet black.
you, on the other hand, were struggling to keep the lodge in your throat down.
"I'll be back, Bokuto." you hurried off towards the bathroom, forgetting to lock the door on your way inside. you spit the flower out as hard as you could, only to feel a couple more blossom inside your throat.
tears brimmed your lashes, threatening to go, as your thoughts drifted to him and someone else. without you. all up on them. abandoning you.
you whimpered, clutching onto the sink as you threw up another round of flowers.
they only kept coming.
Bokuto, being the nosey type, had followed you to the bathroom due to your sudden leaving.
your tears broke his heart.
what was worse, was the coughing and the sound of something going down the drain. he invited himself inside out of worry, pushing the door open, just in time to watch you fall to the ground.
you barely caught yourself, but you couldn't stop the coughing.
"y/n!" he cried out, dropping the suit at once and falling to your side.
"it's happening," you gasped, unable to keep your eyes open. "I think I'm dying."
Bokuto was frozen in fear, unable to lift his hand without it shaking restlessly. "you can't!"
"I'm sorry, Bokuto. I know-" the boy interrupted you, already bawling his eyes out.
"I love you, y/n! you can't! we were supposed to go together! so please."
the coughing quieted and y/n could breathe. "you- you do?"
Bokuto quickly nodded his head. your arms wrapped around his shaking figure and you allowed yourself to sob into his chest.
"I love you too, Bokuto. I love you so much I almost died because of it. thank you, oh my god, thank you."
the two of you held each other until closing hours, afraid that the slightest movement could ruin everything.
