Sick For You | Soukoku

Flowers For My Dear Throat

It all started at midnight. Chuuya awoke from his bed in a sweat, he couldn't breathe.

Chuuya stumbled out of bed and into his bathroom coughing up blood onto his white carpeted room. Chuuya leaned on the sink with his forearms and coughed into the sink.

Soon, his black sink and white marble were splattered with blood. Chuuya felt something else inside of him, he was a little hesitant to use gravity to get it out, he needed his insides. Instead, he erupted into a coughing and gagging fit, stumbling away from the sink for a second. With a final gag, a handfull of red splattered yellow flowers fell into his hands.

Chuuya's eyes widened in confusion and disbelief. Why the hell was he coughing up flowers? Chuuya squeezed the flowers in a fist, before letting go after poking himself with the thorns. That explained why he tasted so much Iron. The thorns had scratched up his throat on its way up.

Chuuya gagged once more, a single, bigger, yellow flower came up. It was still covered in blood like the first batch.

Chuuya tossed the flowers into his trash can and walked to the kitchen. His socks were thin enough to feel the cold of the tile against it, he wasn't fond of the feeling but that was the least of his problems. 

Chuuya grabbed the handle of his refrigerator, he hesitated opening it for a second. He had few pictures on his fridge, the one that had captured his attention was the one from when Dazai and Him had that bet about Arahbaki in that arcade. It was half bent- Dazai's half was bent behind Chuuya's so you couldn't see his face. Chuuya had originally planned to cut it in half and burn Dazai's face into ashes, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. He instead bent it the morning after Dazai left the mafia.

Chuuya sighed and un-bent the picture before pulling the fridge open and chugging down some water for his throat.

He glanced up at the clock while he was drinking his water. It was 11:45 pm, Chuuya spilled a little bit of water on his face before he stopped downing his water. Mori-san should still be up.

Chuuya grabbed his phone off his nightstand in the bedroom and dialed Mori-san's number. 

"Chuuya-san? What is it?" Mori-san's voice came through the receiver.

"Boss, you're a doctor right?" Chuuya thought of the flowers in the trash.

"Mhm." Chuuya could almost imagine him filing his mani-cures after Elise-chan walks away after vetoing every dress.

"I'm coughing up flowers. Why?"

silence

"Chuuya-san, I think you have Hanahaki. You're in love with Dazai correct?"

Chuuya almost dropped his phone, "I MOST CERTAINLY AM NOT!!"

Chuuya said, like you know, a liar.

"Well, Chuuya-san, the only sickness I know of, that involves coughing up flowers, is Hanahaki." He could hear Mori-sensei's smug face

"Well, What in the ever-loving fuck is that? What does this got to do with Mackrel?" Chuuya crossed his arms.

"Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from one-sided love or being secretly in love with someone, where the patient throws up and coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. The infection can be removed through surgery, but the feelings disappear along with the petals, Or they can get the other person to love them in return or confess that they like them back." Mori-san yawned, "Goodnight Chuuya-Kun." 

"Night, Mori-sensei." Chuuya hung up the phone.

He, however, unlike Mori, most certainly-not go to bed.