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Bloody Floral Arrangements -Asahi Azumane x Reader- ~Hanahaki AU~

A/N: Hope you enjoy, for Miki ASMR, I’m gonna make a Kuroo one and then an Yachi one before taking a week's break to help with my school and burnout. I'll be releasing maybe three a week in the future, so please enjoy, Bloody floral arrangements, an Asahi x Reader, Hanahaki AU

You were walking in the hallway with Nishinoya, talking and having a generally good time, asking about what was going on in each other's lives. You let out a laugh at a funny comment he had made, glancing at your childhood friend, Asahi, seeing him blushing while talking to another girl. Your heart broke into a million pieces seeing it. Nishinoya noticed your sad expression, patting your back and leading you to a different area.

You went to class, finishing the day off, meeting up with Nishinoya and walking around for a bit before he had practice. The two of you were talking, smiling normally, before you felt yourself get pale and feel weird.

You felt a cough coming on, it was dry and not really normal, you coughed for a bit, it bothered you, thinking you were sick. Nishinoya didn’t really notice the coughing for a while, but he when he did, he told you you should probably get home and get some rest, seeing as it was after school already and he would explain you weren't feeling great. Your throat felt scratched up.

Walking home from school, you felt something coming up and through your throat, you ran as fast as you could to your home, making it in time before the throw up in your throat came up, but not in time to get to a sink or toilet. It came up your throat at the doorway inside your house, whatever being in your throat coming up, spilling on the ground. It felt soft and slippery, but not like vomit, like an object. The objects and liquid slid up your throat, through your mouth and landing on the ground in front of you. There were a few yellow petals in a pool of blood on the ground. Horror filled your eyes as you realized that you had the fated and fatal disease that only happens when you're in love. 

Hanahaki disease: the disease that happens when someone experiences unrequited love, it causes the victim to cough up flower petals and blood, and there’s only two cures. The love that wasn’t known of or returned, is now returned, which cures and makes the victim better. The other way is to get the flowers removed surgically, but that isn’t the only thing that gets removed, the victims love for the person of affection is removed. If the victim allows the disease to continue, they can die from suffocation, alone, and still in love with the person who they love. 

“Oh my god…. What do I do……..” Tears filled your E/C eyes, and you turned away from the pile of petals, you backed up, hitting the door with your back and slumping down. You put your head in your hands, letting sobs escape your throat as you realized you were going to die.

“I’m going to die oh my god…. N-no…. P-please no…..” you cried softly, gripping your hair tightly as your eyes were staring at the puddle of petals wide eyed. An anxiety attack came on, your breath speeding up and everything falling apart all at once.

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Three weeks later…

You sat on the edge of your bed, the dim light of the world outside your window barely coming inside. It was the middle of winter, you felt the familiar feeling of flowers in your throat hit, making you grab the bucket under your bed. You let the bloody flower petals escape from your throat, the yellowness of them making you shudder. You put the bucket back in its place. You turned your head to see the light changed from the already dim light to even darker. You felt your eyes begin to shut, the day draining away at your mental state. School had been especially hard, causing you to skip practice so you wouldn’t have to see the cause of the blood-splattered petals.

All you felt like doing was crying your eyes out, but tears wouldn’t come. You laid there in your bed, silently letting your fatigue wear off as you clutched a pillow with your entire body.  Your phone buzzed multiple times, but you ignored it opting to just nuzzle your head harder into your pillow. After an hour or so, you heard a knock on your door, you didn’t respond, causing the person knocking on the door to open it up.