Daisy chains. || A Kagehina fanfic

Loving someone in love.

As Kageyama clambered his way back to his bed he felt the weight of the world on his shoulders. All of a sudden he had a secret. One that he had to hide no matter what. He had fallen in love with his best friend, who was in love with someone else.

The door slowly opened and Hinata tiptoed inside. He placed down his keys gently but no matter how hard he tried to keep quiet the clanging of the metal echoed throughout the small dorm.

"Hey." Hinata sighed slumping on his single bed across from Kageyama's.

"Why are you back already?" Kageyama questioned him.

"You ran away. So I followed." Hinata switched on his fairy lights which illuminated the room slightly. They weren't exactly bright but they gave off a kind of light that felt warm.

"Are you feeling okay?" Hinata asked as he reached for the TV remote. It was balanced on a small table. The only thing separating their beds.

"Headache." Kageyama replied Vaguely. He was still thinking about the petal he had coughed up. Something about it didn't seem right. If he had inhaled it he would have noticed earlier. But he coughed it up as if it had come from his lungs.

"You wanna hug?" Hinata opened up his arms as if he already knew Kageyama would accept his offer. Some people accused them of being in a relationship because of how affectionate they were with each other. But it had been like that for a while now. Thats just the way they were.

He crawled into his arms managing to fit perfectly despite the size difference. They fell back onto the bed. Hinata's bed was always more comfortable than Kageyama's. It had a red knitted blanket that was always on top of the actual blanket. Listening to Hinata's heartbeat always calmed him down. He wished he could just lay there forever.

A movie was quietly playing in the background as they continued to cuddle the way they always did. Somehow most days ended up like this. It was a full moon. Kageyama could see the reflection of it that had been cast in the glass of water next to him. The moon seemed to wobble within the glass then blur as he drifted to sleep in Hinatas arms. Engulfed in this one sided love.

The morning light lifted the heavy atmosphere of last night. It seemed to purify the heavy burden Kageyama was carrying just for a little while.

Hinata was in the kitchen making them both breakfast the way he always did. Just from the smell Kageyama could tell he was making those ridiculously sweet pancakes. The ones that were almost too sweet for the morning. But anything Hinata made for him was nice so he didn't care.

They went to class the way they always did. Hinata would wake him up when he dozed off and then drag him around with his friends.

Everything felt normal. Almost too normal. The kind of normal that wasn't normal.

Kageyama could feel something was off. Like the calm before a storm.

They were all sat in a circle on the college rooftop. The light breeze seemed to carry the clouds over their heads. It sent chills throughout Kageyama's body. Soon it would be winter.

His gaze was averted to Hinata. Kaede had interlocked her fingers with his. Kageyama's stomach seemed to sink at the sight of it. The calm he had felt all morning had faded. His chest began to ache again. Then came the coughing. He picked himself up scrambling to the bathroom.

Three petals this time.

One of them covered in thick blood.

"What the hell." He said aloud laughing to himself. After a few minutes he returned to the rooftop but only to grab his bag. There was something he needed to check out.

"Where are you going Kags?" Hinata asked.
"The Library don't come after me."
He left without saying another word.

He skimmed his fingers down the long line of books until he picked out a yellow one with a blossoming flower on the front. Next to the window there was a small table for one person where he decided to sit so that nobody would try to associate with him. College was filled with sociable people who were desperate to make friends and he wasn't interested.

He opened the book and written on the  page was:

"𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘺. 𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦."

Kageyama had read enough. It was only the first page but he slammed the book shut and shoved it back on the shelf it had came from. It all felt too familiar. This was a fictional disease right? He thought to himself. A tear fell accompanied by a few others before he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"So the King can read." Tsukishima smirked pulling the book from underneath his hand. It had been a while since they had crossed paths. They went to the same university but on completely different campuses.

"Hanahaki disease." Tsukishima nodded placing the book back where it had came from.
"I didn't know you had an interest in this kind of stuff." It took a while for him to notice Kageyama's tear stained face.

"Is it something else?" Tsukishima as sharp as ever questioned Kageyama who just turned away and started walking. He didn't want to think about that anymore.

Deep down he knew he was another unfortunate victim of Hanahaki disease. But he denied that fact with all his being.

No way was he going to let this disease have it's way with him.

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