MLQC Oneshots

The Camellias that grow (Victor)

edit: changed the title lol

Hanahaki!AU, but also I kinda play with the rules, though it doesn't matter too much

Fun fact: One of the flowers chosen is a reference to the [Maze date], I think it's a top up reward in the past, which is why I've never got it personally, but I consider it to be his flower

Thank you so much for reading!

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Victor always thought himself to be a regular person.

As was everyone. But, other than his heightened intellect and evidently higher lifestyle, he found himself almost alienated from others his age.

When he was young, as fuzzy as those memories had been for him, he remembers others being intimidated by him. When he made the effort, others would run away, scared of what he may do if they said something wrong, or wasn't constantly praising him, something along those lines. So, he stopped making the effort.

But, he doesn't remember being all that lonely.

It was all very confusing. So, he repressed those memories, taking more of a favor to living in the present.

That was, until he would come to meet a certain clumsy producer.

'So, how is it?' she asks as she stands on the other side of his desk, ironically enough, creating a wall between the two of them.

'Adequate.' he replies, his thumb runs over the corner of the page, where a small drawing of a dog, poorly drawn in pencil stays smiling back at him. He felt like smiling with it, but could never find the will too.

'You might want to check for any unnecessary pieces of information before you hand it in next time.' was all he could say as he handed it back to her.

'Unnecessary...oh!' she finds the drawing as she flips through the sheets of paper and her face glows red. 'Haha my bad. But, don't you think it's kinda cute?'

He looks at her once before looking back at his computer, stealing a glance at her bashful face made him feel...hollow.

She was bold, courageous, kind , and unlike anyone he's ever met. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to feel anything towards her. When she invited him out, he obliged, but it never made him feel any other emotion. Being with her gave him the largest sense of neutrality, and he hated it.

'Very.' he replies, his voice as monotone as ever, but she smiles anyways.

'Alright. Next time I...' she quickly turns sound, coughing into her arm as she faces away from him. 'Next time,' he couldn't help but notice her voice seemed weaker after that small cough.

'Next time, I'll do better.'

'As you should.' he says, but as she turns to leave he stops her.

'You...the weather's getting colder. Don't get sick.'

'I take care of myself!' she objects, but as she pushes open the door, he catches her small smile as her head turns away. 'But, thank you for the concern.'

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Following MC outside, she shuts the door behind her. He cares! Or is it only concerned for the wellbeing of his workers? It was all very confusing.

And especially so, with the object she currently held in her hand.

Soaked in a thin layer of blood, exactly like the rest that had manifested from her throat, a bloomed flower. A camellia.