YAMS POV:
Tsukki.
When I hear his name, my heart rate spikes, and my stomach flips.
It's like a dagger to the heart to know he isn't gay.
He doesn't want me. He doesn't want me. He doesn't want me. He doesn't want me.
It was the middle of class, and I was gazing at tsukki. A girl walks up to him and gives him a note. He smiles at her, and she laughs at his smile.
I start to cough.
I cough into my hand. I felt something. Something wet. I look down on my hand. Blood? I coughed up blood. I quickly asked to go to the restroom.
I rush out of class and lock myself behind a stall. What is happening with me. I cough again. A petal? What the actual fuck?
I grab my phone from my uniform pocket.
I searched up 'coughing blood and petals'
'Hanahaki disease.'
'A disease caused by unrequited love.'
Love?
'Treatment includes surgery or getting the other person to reciprocate your feelings. If you chose surgery, you will lose all feelings of love towards the person who caused you disease.'
Oh.
YOU ARE READING
Deadly Petals (Tsukiyama)
Romancethis is a story about hanahaki disease. if you're uncomfortable with mention of blood or depression then leave now. thank you.