𝒫𝑒𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓈 🥀 [momojiro]

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝓌𝑜

Hello! I'm surprised you're here! So this chapters gonna be pretty angsty. So before you read. If you are sensitive about things like, mentions of suicide and self harm. If any of that distresses you, or you don't like that. I would advise you don't read those parts. I will put warnings in so you know when to stop. 🌸🥰

-Author-Annonymous

Jiro POV:

I lie on the bathroom floor. In my circle of pretty white petals covered in tears. Every time I cough another glistening white petal lands beside me. Some of the petals have started emerging from my mouth with droplets of thick, red blood on them. Probably because I've been coughing so much. Or the thorns of the rose bush growing inside me are tearing my tissue. Probably both. Is depressing, lying here a symbol of my loneliness, a reminder that the one I love will never feel the same, flowing out my throat every few minutes.

I scrunch my eyes shut, letting a few more tears escape, and I can't hold it in anymore. I just can't. I lift up my head and bash it against the tiles below me, letting out a high pitched squeal of anger and sadness. 

⚠️Guys the stuff I mentioned earlier starts here, if you don't feel comfortable reading this scroll down to the next warning⚠️

Still Jiro's POV:

I can't do this anymore. It hurts. I love her, I love her so much. And she will never love me. And I will die from this disease, unless I get it removed. But then I will never be able to love her this much again. The removal of the flower will limit my capacity to love, and I'll never be able to share as much love with anybody ever again. Another high pitched squeal escapes my throat, then it turns into a gurgled shout, then a painful, sorrowful scream. I've installed sound proof walls in my dorm room so I can play my music, so nobody can hear me, I'm glad.

I bash my head against the tiles once more, but this time I can feel the back of my head get all warm and sticky, as the blood oozes down my neck. I do it twice more until my hair is dark and matted from all the blood. I scream, and vomit up another cloud of fluttering white petals, all of them covered in blood. Along with the petals, blood and vomit this time also spill all over the bathroom tiles. It's a horrible mess. Vomit, tears and blood all over the floor. Layered with hundreds of rose petals. I just want to go. I want to die. So I fling my head against the tiles once more, knocking myself unconscious, and hope I don't wake up.

⚠️Angst over⚠️

MoMo POV:

I'm sitting on my bed. Studying. I need to know the exact molecular construction for a painting. So I can give an all-might print to Deku for his birthday. And my roof shakes. Loud bangs and bashes are coming from the dorm above me. Kyoka's dorm. I start to get freaked out. The I hear a faint scream come from the room above, lucky she didn't sound proof her floor. Otherwise I wouldn't have heard her. What if she's getting attacked? Is there a villain up there?

I'm starting to get really worried about Kyoka so I rush out of my dorm room and up the stairs. I try to open her door, it's locked. I grab a bobby pin from my hair and use that. When I open the door I can't see anything apart from a slither of light coming from under the bathroom door. God her room is messy. I quickly fiddle with the lock on the bathroom door and open it. I gasp at what I see. 

Kyoka is lying on the floor, unconscious, with blood spilling out of the back of her head. There is blood and vomit everywhere, and he reface is moist and red from crying. But the thing that shocks me most it the hundreds of white rose petals that stick to every pool of blood and cover the girls body. I can't help it, I start crying. "Oh jiro how could you do this to yourself" I sob. Hugging her head. I don't care if I get blood on my clothes. Just then she starts to gain consciousness, she coughs, And three little petals land on her shirt. I gasp. It all makes sense now. Could Kyoka really have... Hanahaki?

Thank you all for reading! Next update will hopefully be sometime tomorrow! There will be not as much angst as some will be glad to hear. Well hope you all have a great day/night. Bye! 

-author-anonymous