flowers (not original)

hanahaki disease

Akaashi's pov

The sun, tired and warm, rose slowly from behind the mist-covered mountains. An annoying beam passed through carefully closed curtains enough to tickle my eyelids. I was sitting in a chair with my head bowed on the bed. I had been there all night.  What time was it?  It had to be early.  I looked around for my phone.  I found it on the table next to the bed.  I turned it on and immediately the light of my background image made me squint.  It was an old photo taken in the gym several months ago.  There was me, Bokuto - san, Kuroo and Kenma. I looked up at the time written in large letters.  9.15am, later than I thought. I put the phone back on the table and looked around bewildered. 

I rubbed my eyes a few times and then remembered.  I was in a hospital room.  In fact, the air smelled of alcohol and antibiotics.  I didn't want to remember the night before, but confused images popped into my mind. The bottle turning, I kissing Kenma, then the bottle again, Kuroo - san and Tsukishima approach each other, Kenma running away, I go looking for him and find him lying on the floor of the villa in a pool of blood.  I shook my head and fought back the tears that they had formed me.  I immediately set my eyes on the white bed where I was sleeping shortly before. Lying still asleep was Kozume, pale as a ghost, with a drip attached to his left arm.  I thought back to the broken look on his face from the night before.  Even when we kissed he looked sorry.  Not that we really minded, but he could read on his forehead that he wanted so much to put his lips on Kuroo-san's.  And, honestly, I wanted it to happen too.  I've known this for a year already.  A year before Kenma confessed to me personally.  He couldn't hide it very well. 

So why did we end up at this point?  Really Kuroo - san didn't notice?  It's like taking a wall in the face and not realizing that you have been hurt.  Wow, that's really stupid.  I caught a glimpse of Kenma's hand approaching his throat, and with a great lunge blow he sat up still dazed.  I immediately approached him.  He had his eyes fixed on the blanket, his hand still around his neck and was taking deep, deep breaths as if he could no longer breathe.  When he caught his breath, he looked up across the room and finally fixed his eyes on me.  Those narrow, golden cat eyes shaped irises always wore me

in awe.  Whenever I saw them they were always indifferent and disinterested in everything.  But this time they looked sad, scattered, looking for help.  He wanted to feel safe.  He wanted to hear something.  I had to tell him something.  What was I supposed to tell him?  Everything is okay.  Pathetic.  Don't worry, it's all over.  I didn't know that myself.  In fact, I didn't even know what actually happened.  "Kenma ..." I didn't have time to say anything, the doctor entered the room making us both turn around.  He had the blue mask on his face and a folder in his hand.  As soon as he noticed us, he gave us a polite wave of greetings.  “You're Kenma Kozume, right?” He asked, lowering his mask under his chin so he could speak better.  Kenma nodded softly.  The doctor looked up from his folder and placed it on me.  I must have looked more worried than expected, because he smiled softly at me as if to tell me that everything was great.  I knew it wasn't like that.  "You don't have to worry, it's all right for now," he said.  I breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing slightly in the chair.  Then I rolled up the adult's words. 

Currently "Wh - what happened to him?" I stammered.  I marveled at the lack of conviction my words had.  I have never been so insecure.  "It's a bit difficult to explain actually," the doctor said.  He turned to look at Kozume.  "How long has this been going on? I mean this coughing petals of yours" I was paralyzed.  Coughing petals?  What do you mean ?  How can I cough up petals?  It is scientifically impossible.  Although actually yesterday in the floor in addition to the blood there were sprinkled white petals.  "Yesterday. It happened for the first time yesterday," he said, his voice weaker than usual.  Kenma's voice had always had a certain effect on me.  He was always so short, like he was afraid to come out of his mouth.  But this time he was so hoarse and weak that he didn't even seem like his.  Kozume put a hand to his forehead, narrowing his eyes.  "I didn't dream of it then. They were real. All those flowers, all that blood. My blood. I ... I ..." He panicked.  He had begun to breathe rhythmically again as rivers of tears gushed from his eyes.  Those tears he wanted to let out a long time ago.  Instinctively I put a hand on his shoulder.  He turned to look at me "Kenma, stay calm. You'll see, it won't be anything serious" I said, trying to convince myself too.  Coughing blood was already in itself a pretty serious thing, but I don't think coughing up blood and petals is so light. 

"On that point, it depends on how you interpret it yourself," the doctor said.  Kozume and I exchanged a quick glance, then looked at the older one in that room.  "What does that mean?" "What you contracted, Kozume, is a pathology called Hanahaki," the expert began to explain.  I frowned.  “Hanahaki?” The man nodded.  "I'm not surprised you haven't heard of it. Hanahaki is a rare but dangerous disease. It comes from unrequited love and consists in making the victim's throat and lungs fill with flower petals. The flowers correspond to the loved one. They will grow in the victim in proportion to the unrequited love. "It is not curable, as long as the feelings are not reciprocated.  The infection, however, can be surgically removed, but any feeling will be removed along with the petals.  "It is a disease that typically lasts for nearly two months, at worst a couple of weeks. After that, if the feelings are not reciprocated, the victim's lungs will fill with flowers and she will suffocate, slowly fading."

It was a horror movie explanation.  While the doctor explained the illness that Kenma had contracted, all the possible scenarios that could come true were drawn in my mind.  I imagined the end of those two months or weeks as they are, with Kozume, now in exhaustion, coughing up white petals and blood as he slowly faded away.  I turned to the blond.  He was paralyzed.  He was probably imagining all these things too.  He had three doors in front of him, one of which he could not open.  And the other two ended for the worse.  Feel no more feelings or death.  "I- ..." he tried to say.  The doctor stopped him immediately.  "Don't rush, Kenma. You yourself said yesterday was the first time. You were very lucky to have noticed right away. Take your time to choose carefully. I know very well these are very difficult choices. Any choice will be, we will be ready to help you, "the man said, before giving a last smile and leaving the room.  Okay Keiji.  Take it easy .  Your best friend is in a very complicated situation, or rather, I mean cataclysmic.  You definitely have to do something to help him.  "K - kenma" my voice trembled, then when they were becoming confident, I was losing control of my body.  No, that's just what you don't have to do.  Kozume took my hand and squeezed it.  He was afraid, I could feel it.  I couldn't take it anymore.  I knew how much Kenma hated physical contact, hir hugs in general, but he was too much.  It had all become too much.  When I brought him to me he didn't object.  In fact, he pressed himself tighter against my chest, shedding all the bitter tears he had.  And while I was stroking his hair fraterally, I tried to convince him and myself that sooner or later everything would be resolved.  Someone wake me from this hideous nightmare.

Creator Note: in so sorry for not updating for almost 5 or 5 months  I completely forgot about it and school started almost month ago so and I'm sorry again and thank you for #2 place in kurokenangst hashtag I love you all I hope you enjoy it ❤ bye