♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : : hanahaki :;
where the victim of unrequited
or one-sided love begins to vomit
or cough up the petals and flowers
of a flowering plant growing in their lungs
☄. *. ⋆
▬▬▬▬▬ ⌦ where you
confess your love to someone
wishing for love and warm...
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Hey Shirabu, I know you might be in a hurry cause its morning practice now ig?. Anyway I left these flowers for you early morning. This flower was bloomed early morning. I wanted to wait and give you these but I had some work. Sorry :( When I was young my grandma always gave these flowers to me, when I asked why she said Flowers have an immediate impact on happiness. Flowers have a long-term positive effect on moods. Even one day these flowers die..... The beauty doesn't. Hope you have a good day! Day 7 of confession, I love you!
-Y/N
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"Tch, whatever" Shirabu mumbled looking at the letter with a faint crimson dusted on his cheeks.
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Dead flowers can't bloom. I know even though the flower was beautiful, useful or useless... It has to die one day. THE TRUTH IS THE TRUTH.
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