⚠️DISCONTINUED/OLD⚠️ The petals I bleed || Hanako x Yashiro

Wait what?! (Yashiro POV)

As I wiped my mouth with my hand with toilet paper.

Dang it fucking disease. If only I didn't catch it. Wait- no, don't tell me-
I suddenly snap back to reality as I realised that I was late to class. Oh shit. How do I explain this??
'Sorry Mx. But you see, I was violently coughing up blood and petals because of unrequited love! *stares intensely at Amane*'
Dang it, what if someone heard me??
What if they recorded it and used it against me??
I shake my head. Best to stop letting these thoughts get to me and go to class. I
I walked back to class in a hurry. I didn't want to get a late mark on my end of yr report, especially not in Japanese. My parents would kill me. Well it's not like they would care anyways. They never did.
As I enter the class room I apologise to the teacher for being late. Aoi must've covered up for me and the teacher seemed pretty fine Abt it.
I took my seat next to hanako's desk.
'Pst! Yashiro!' Amane whispered, leaning forwards so he could make himself heard.
"Yeah?" I whisper back
"Take." Amane said as he hands my a sheet of paper.
I open it and to my surprise it has all the points (I assume) from the lesson that I missed. Oh gosh. Oh goodness.
"Thank you Amane!" I whisper back.
Amane was sitting up normally but he gave me a secret thumbs up. My face was beaming as my face heated up. No boy has treated me like this before! Oh gosh, does he like me?
The petals are still there Yashiro, you can dream but the dreams are delusions.
He
Does
Not
Like
You
Back
Right... I'm only a friend. I open my book and start to do the work set and note down what I've missed. 
AW FUCK MAN WHY DOES JAPANESE HAVE TO BE SO COMPLEX MAN?? But Anyways.

RING RING

"Ok class, page 270-272 in the grammar text book. Due on 6th this Wednesday. You may go to maths now"
The classroom filed out quickly as everyone complained about the homework.
As I was about to leave the classroom, I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Yashiro," Mx asked, their face a mixture of pity and sadness, "Are you ok?"
"I'm fine, why?"
"I know what your going through."
These words hit me. Hard. How did they know? Was I that bad at hiding it?
As these thoughts pondered my mind the teacher said something.
"Just, stop thinking about them for the time being. And, maybe take the petals out. It's making the mask buldge. See you in period 6 Yashiro"
I was in a stunned silence. The teacher knew? Have they been through something similar?
"Wait," I walk towards the teacher, " have you been through something similar?"
The teachers expression changed from a slightly shocked expression and softened.
"Let's just say that stars can blind for now Yashiro. You can always talk to me about it. Now let's get going, you don't want to be late for 4th period."
I nod my head and quickly headed to History.
"Sorry I'm late Sir!" I say as I enter history 5 minutes late, " Mx. Shinkai kept me behind"
The teacher sighed and muttered something under his breath.
"Well go to your seat Yashiro and you can make up for studying extra hard."

RING RING

"Ok class that's the end! Put your homework on my desk as you leave for lunch."
I quickly left and put my homework on the desk. I sprinted to the old school girls bathroom, since literally no one goes there a lot due to the 'rumours'. What a load of bull shit.
Ok so I need to gather my sel-
COUGH COUGH
Oh god, I should've coughed into the toilet and not my hand, now there is the scent of blood on my hand. Shit.
What will I do?
I stand up and flush the toilet. A sicking sight of blood stained toilet water and red petals disappear. The sight is gone, but the smell and memory remains. I go out of the cubicle and wash my hands.
"You Know Amane... You need to get new friends."
"I know I know Tsukasa"
"Amane..."
SLAP
"You killed her. You killed her amane."
"Tsukasa, I- I genuinely didn't love her."
"Your a murderer Amane, you let her die."
"I-I didn't! She didn't like me! She liked my friend Tsukasa!"
"Excuses, just stop being friends with that daikon Amane and you might be able to redeem your self to us."
"Fine..."
Stomp stomp stomp stomp.
What was that? And by daikon, did this 'Tsukasa' person mean me? Are my ankles really that thick?
I shake my head. Yashiro! That's the least of your concerns! You need to see what happened to Amane!
I make my way out of the girls bathroom and went down the stairs near it to an area.
The weeps of a boy could be heard.