Haikyuu Iwaoi Hanahaki Disease: Too late or too soon

Part 1 (The beginning)

It didnt hurt. Not in the beginning at least, but slowly it began to. It became unbearable. Not just the physical pain, but also the mental pain. Having to hide it from him, though he probably knew. He didnt want him to feel the pain, he didnt want him to know the pain, he coursed. Because it wasnt his fault. It was no ones fault. If anything, it was his own.

He caught the petals in his hands, as he felt more clumping up in his throat. They filled his air way and blocked any air from entering his lungs. It stung, it hurt. Even though he had gotten used to the pain. It still hurt. It hurt so badly. All he could do, to save his life was to cough up the petals and flowers. Though it hurt more than leaving them, since the thorns of the flowers dug themselves into the side of his trachea, and as he desperately coughed after catching the other bloody flowers, he felt a thorn tear in his trachea. It was an indescribable pain. It hurt way more, than if a thorn sat in your skin. Because trachea was way thinner and sensitive.

He dropped the flowers and held around his throat, as his coughing worsen. It felt like, the thorn was going to tear up his whole trachea and leave him dying like an idiot. His nails dug into the skin on his neck in responds to the pain. It had happened before and left multiple scratches and scars around his neck. He hid them well, when he went outside. But from time to time it was hard, if he had had an eructation at school, since the blood would stain his shirt.

In a powerful cough, the throne tore itself from his trachea, and landed on the ground together with the other flowers. It laid in a bloody mess of flowers, petals and blood. It was a disgusting mix, but one he had to look at more and more frequently, and the pile only became bigger and bigger after each serious eructation. He had begun to have a hard time hiding them, both at home and at school. Since they had gotten the size, they had.

He could still feel the roots of the flower in his lungs, slowly suffocating him. But he wouldnt do anything about it, never. Never ever. Even if it meant feeling your trachea torn up by a damn thorn or dying in the end. He wouldnt do anything about it, since it would mean losing something dear to him. He would rather die, that losing that. And it that was what, it came to, then that was just how it ended.

Damn you Oikawa, why is your favourite flower white roses, you hopeless romantic? Slowly he stood up and grabbed the white petals and flowers with blood stains all over them and threw them down into the toilet. He stood and so, them flow around in the toilet water a little, before he flushed the toilet. He didnt want anyone to know, he didnt want anyone to treat him differently because of this. He didnt want anyone to tell him, what to do. It was his life, he decided what to do.

He coughed into his hand and felt blood cover it. The thrown had really coursed him to bleed more than usual. This time it was probably gonna need a long time to heal. He was going to cough up blood for some time. It wasnt a deep cut, but it was enough to make him cough blood. A serious cut would easily kill him.

He reached under the sink to find the mop, he had hidden for times like these, and began to wipe away the blood on the floor. He would soon have to get a new one, because the blood was starting to stain the mop, since the blood wouldnt leave it. He honestly didnt know, what do tell him mom, when she asked, where the mop was. He wouldnt admit, what he knew was the deadly truth. He wouldnt, he couldnt. He couldnt never bring her the news.

He had begun coughed up flowers a couple of weeks ago. In the beginning it was just petals, and it didnt really annoy him. But then slowly flowers began to come up too, together with blood. They slowly filled his lungs, and he began having trouble breathing. He began having a hard time with volleyball, because he couldnt get air, it felt, like he was just in bad shape. And people assumed that was the case and made a little fun over him for it. But that wasnt it. He knew that. He knew, what was going on. It was painful, it was annoying, and it was probably going to be the death of him. He had Hanahaki Disease. The disease coursed by unreturned love. One of the deadliest and fearful diseases on this world.