Oumasai Oneshots

(Ouma x Saihara) Fucking Rose Petals

If you ever asked Ouma if he felt okay, Ouma could easily describe his state in just four words.

Petals.

Despair.

Blood.

Hanahaki.

Ouma had been diagnosed with Hanahaki Disease some time ago and Ouma hated it. He hated coughing up blood and petals every day. He hated the fact he ever fell in love with his childhood best friend.

Shuichi Saihara.

Shuichi was Ouma's first ever friend. The only person who didn't leave him alone and tried his best to see him as a good person. It always surprised Ouma how gentle and kind-hearted Shuichi was towards him. After all, he didn't deserve it. He was a brat, a constant liar and overall a bad person. Yet Shuichi saw the best in him and pushed past all that. Ouma hated he ever fell in love with Shuichi, but everything about him was just so...perfect. His beautiful amber eyes, his sweet laugh, his sweet like honey voice, the way he blushed when he was anxious, the way Shuichi smiled...everything about him was just...perfect.

Ever since Ouma was diagnosed with the disease, he wasn't sure what he wanted more. To live forgetting his true love? Or to die loving Shuichi? Either way, it wasn't as easy in his case, as going to the doctor and getting a flower removed, because...

Ouma couldn't afford the surgery.

He had been collecting money to get it removed for some time now but he knew he wouldn't last long enough to get the money needed for the surgery. And you know what hurt Ouma even more? Shuichi was helping him get the money by giving him the money he earned during his part-time job. Even though Ouma insisted that it's Shuichi's money and that he's not some charity case to donate to. 

Today was like any other day. He laid in bed sick, a bucket next to the bed for him to cough out the blood and petals. It was weekend and since Ouma was coughing up more blood and petals recently Shuichi forced him to stay at home because he didn't want him to walk around in such a fragile state when he didn't have to. Ah, Shuichi was so caring, he was always so concerned whenever Ouma was hurt. He still remembered the day Shuichi came to help him. Their class was playing tag in the nearby woods. Ouma fell and hurt his leg really badly and Shuichi stopped even though he was being chased and helped him go to the school nurse. He even hugged him in hopes of making him feel better.

How nice of him...

He felt the usual pain in his throat and quickly reached for the bucket to throw up. Red rose petals....ever since he had gotten Hanahaki, he had grown to despise roses. He wiped off the remaining blood off his lips.

He sighed. There was still a large sum of money required for the removal procedure. They already had half, but Ouma was getting weaker every day and with his pessimistic outlook on life, he was sure he was gonna die. Ouma wasn't sure about the procedure but seeing how much Shuichi wanted to keep him alive just enforced the idea of getting the surgery. He had to live for Shuichi.

As he laid in bed staring at the ceiling, his childhood memories spent with Shuichi flashed before his eyes. The time they met in preschool, when Ouma approached him since Shuichi was too shy to talk to anyone, the time when Shuichi was the only one who remembered his birthday and gave him a birthday gift, the time they both had a fun sleepover and had a pillow fight, the time when Shuichi and him went to Disneyland together, when Shuichi comforted him for hours after his middle school crush rejected him, the time he-

The more he remembered, the more he had the urge to cough. The more he coughed, the more blood welled up in the bucket. He laughed. What a miserable existence he had. He couldn't do anything but pray that the illness haunting him won't kill him before he gets the money for the procedure. Then again maybe dying loving Shuichi wouldn't be this bad...?