Wow look I'm making one shots now (｀・ω・')
These are just going to be random there will be ships but there will also be oneshots without ( probably)
Also all the art in here I did make and I will probably make art for every chapter UwU
Feel free to...
-This has angst so trigger warning( just downgrading self thoughts but if your not good with that please don't read this) -Contains saiouma -Btw in this keade didn't die in the first chapter it was just Rantaro - gore warning
Kokichi's pov~ It's right after the second trial... I still can't believe that someone like mom ( kirumi) would be capable of murder, out of everyone here she understood me the best and I told her almost all my secrets.... she also helped me when I needed her most, she was really like a mom....
I sat on the floor of the bathroom, all around me was a mess of blood and petals. I hadn't told anyone what I was going through except for kirumi, I have something called "Hanahaki disease" it's caused by one sided love and there's only three ways to stop it, you either get your crush to love you back, get an operation to remove a flower growing inside you along with the feeling for the person you love, or suffocate to death from the petals filling your lungs.. And unlucky for me I knew the first two Were never an option for me. I'm a lair who is annoying and overall unlovable, and the second choice is not an option because there's no doctors in a killing game..... so I'm stuck with the last and only option for me, to die... I made the worst and last mistake I'll ever make, I got too close to someone and ended up developing feelings. Who may this person I fell so madly in love with may be....... well it's none other than the ultimate detective himself, "Shuichi Saihara." I was stupid to even think I had a chance with him. The more I think about him the more sick I feel.. suddenly I start coughing violently again, tears in my eyes as beautiful blue petals stained with blood start coming out of my mouth. ( gore warning)
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It started getting hard to breath as I coughed continuously with no time to breath in between, my sight started to go dark as I continued to throw up more bloody petals, I felt relief as I stoped right before everything went black and I felt myself hit the floor.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I woke up to a loud banging on my door, I got up and quickly washed the blood off then changed into clean clothes before opening the door.... There stood my beloved, I put in a fake smile trying to ignore the burning feeling in my throat and sudden urge to cough. " ah, h-hello my beloved Saihara-chan!" I silently cursed myself for stuttering.....
Shuichi pov~~~
I heard a loud bang come from Ouma's room, I decided to go check on him to see if everything was ok, so I walked up the stairs and knocked on the door....... no answer.. I repeat this for about fifteen minutes banging harder an the door each time, I tried to open the door but it was locked and I wasn't just going to break down the door.... I started to get slightly worried before I heard shuffling and water running, the door quickly opened revealing a very tired looking grape. I noticed he had a pained expression before he quickly changed it to a smile...... but I could tell something was off, his eyes were dull and watery, as if he was wanting to cry, he had bags under his eyes as if he hadn't slept properly in years and I could see I bit of bright pink on the corners of him mouth. " ah, h-hello my beloved Saihara-chan!" He spoke, his voice was a bit raspy and I could tell he was pushing himself to sound that loud and positive. But what worried me the most was the stutter, he never stutters! I looked at him with a worried expression, and he looked back at me with a shaky smile. " Ouma-kun..... a-are you ok....?" I asked. He looked a bit nervous before replying putting back on a wide grin. " of course I am Saihara-chan! Why wouldn't I be?" He puts him finger on his bottom lip and made eye contact.
