Haikyuu x Male Reader Oneshots

! Kageyama

Angst

Kageyama x hanahaki, team member, m. reader

!TW!: No happy ending,
Mc death, unrequited love, self deprecating thoughts, blood/gore. (Pls let me know if I should add more)

Artist Credit: @ azeensart on Instagram.

this is based off a fic by wh0r1sm called dear akaashi, it gave me the idea for the ending and hanahaki. So thanks, I wanted to give them credit for that. And go show some love to them, they have greaat fics:))

Flower guides at the end to not spoil you :))

I'm a slut for angst I'm sorry y'all. The next one isn't angst tho so yaay

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(M/N) POV:

An itching at the back of my throat tensed me in the middle of lessons. The flowers had come up only a few hours before and usually wouldn’t come up with this much urgency for a few more.

It shook me to the core that this was getting worse. The first month of this wasn’t that bad compared to now, a few Daffodils every few days, blood barely there.

In my reminiscing, the itching turned into burning, and my panic grew. Bathroom. I tentatively raised my hand, begging for my teacher to turn around from the board.

Then the first week of the second month came. Blood came out more, each purging session gradually became a wretched sensation of my throat being choked and torn from the inside and my lungs being lightly burned  into the 3rd month. Still, it was tolerable in the sense that it didn’t take much effort to hide the sickness from others.

My teacher laid eyes on me, asking what could possibly be the need to disrupt his class. I felt if I answered all the flowers and blood would rush out. But I did so anyways in the coarsest possible voice I’d ever heard in my life.

“It’s an emergency, sir.”

The look of annoyance on his face mirrored itself on me, though I didn’t have time for this. I understood that this was the middle of a lesson, but I didn’t have time to wait on his lecture on the subject or the one he just started about interruptions.

Pushing myself away from my desk and keeping myself steady on the trip to the bathroom proved to be more difficult than first anticipated. But it wasn’t as bad as the transition into the second half of the 3rd month of this disease.
The burning of my lungs became longer and more painful while the flowers became a mix of Begonias and Daffodils 2 weeks into month 3. The way they grew and came out changed as well. I could feel the roots wrap around my lungs and heart, the stems winding up my throat, the flowers blooming.

The 3rd month changed a lot. Maybe that’s why the begonias started showing - because the hanahaki not only affected my chest, but my mind as well. Or maybe the begonias came because my brain couldn’t keep hiding everything.

None of it mattered in the moment though. The bathroom was in my sight, all the effort of going across the school for a secluded stall did not seem worth it as I was opening the door. The second a toilet was in my sight it all came out. Blood, petals, stems, roots, and leaves from a large buildup.