Hinata x Everyone, Part 2 (MAINLY SMUT)

Sunflower 🌻~ Asahina💧

Enjoyment was a foreign concept these days. With his heavy breaths as be walked, the telltale signs of his condition made his life no easier than before.

Yellow, the colour of the sun and all things happy; the sunshine and rainbows of all colours, yet the sight of it meant nothing but misery to him.

Flowers, the fragile yet quick passage between life and death, yet a symbolism of purity and passion; the residue of the pollen made his heart sneeze.

Red, a bold colour than meant fury and vigor; the life from his body felt pink, lighter than what it used to be.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't help his own feelings, no one can, but that thought never helped ease the pain. Words can only mean so much at a point, and at the moment he wanted nothing more to scream what he's always wanted to say.

He never got most things he wanted, a chance to win Nationals, the height that he lacked, a chance at romance, but he never once thought that he'd die over something he longed for.

Longing, the ache in his heart for whenever he met the eyes of the one he wanted most. The pity he saw behind those big, brown, caramel eyes soothed the toxic part of his love. The thought that he might've cared for him, even just a bit, made it a little easier for him every day.

Pity is toxic.

His favourite were also his favourites, he'd lost himself while loving another, and now he doesn't know who he is anymore. He cannot find himself anymore.

Time is gone. Time has passed. He has such little time left. Time is no longer there for him. Time. Time. Time. Time.

He used to worry about trivial matters, but now all he can think about is Time. Time is all he can think about now.

He has run out of time to live. He has run out of time to find himself. He has run out of time to love himself. He has run out of time to find himself. He has run out of time to love himself.

Everything was constantly repeating in his mind, everything was constantly repeating in his life, and the cycle was circular, it never ended. The only light at the end of his tunnel was death. Time was running out, and death was soon to come.

His face was pale, he'd stop taking care of himself. There was no point when he no longer felt like himself, when the life in him died. He felt gone, even though he was right there. His lungs were ruptured from petals and thorns.

Asahi had known the pain Hinata felt. Asahi saw the blood threaded between each petal before. He would never forget how detailed each flower was.

"You like sunflowers, right? Im sorry, Asahi, their a bit bloody and wilted, but you love strong, no matter how broken something can be, so I know you'll love these flowers anyway. Time is gone, Asahi, but these flowers will live past me."

If Hinata could do one thing, he would give Asahi a full, bright and soft, Sunflower.