Haikyuu Angst One Shots (Discontinued)

Sugawara

                                                                                          Flowers

                                                                                    »»——⍟——««

                        "It was your love that healed me, but it was also the thing that destroyed me."

                                                                                      »»——⍟——««

   Running up to your best friend, you wrapped your arms around his waist and gave him a warm smile. "Good morning Suga!"

   At your impact, the grey haired boy started to lose his balance. Taking a step to regain himself, he turned to you and returned your smile, "Good morning Y/n." Gently ruffling your hair, he unwrapped your arms from his torso. "How was your morning so far?"

   He winced at your squeal of joy, already feeling the pain starting to bloom in his heart. "I saw him earlier! We even held eye contact, and he smiled at me too! HE SMILED AT ME! alfjashdglhasldhgl!"

   Suga watched as his best friend self destructed, your words turning into high pitched blobs of words.  He felt it start to climb up his throat, pain shooting throughout his entire body. Why did things have to be the way that they were? Why couldn't you love him the way he loved you? He could feel the blood start to build up in his mouth. As tears threatened to fall any moment, the third year excused himself to the bathroom.

   "Oh alright, I'll see you later Suga." You stopped your squealing to say good bye to the retreating boy, giving him a warm smile. You continued on your way to class, as Suga went on his own way.

                                                                  »»—— With Suga——««

   As he bust into the bathroom, he could already feel the blood starting to drizzle down his face. The warm liquid made him want to throw up. His mouth filled itself with the taste of rust and rose. Tears spilled out of his eyes an down his face, mixing in with the crimson liquid that already resided there.

   As he coughed, he stared down at the white flower petals which were now stained red. He could feel the thorns digging into the inside of his throat, tearing and ripping everything they touched. He could feel the roots of the plant burrow themselves deeper into his heart. The pain making him cry out in desperation. As the petals kept falling, he could feel the vine start to make its way up out of his mouth.

   He felt the vines wrap themselves around his tongue, embedding themselves into his gums. More tears erupted out of his eyes, as his mind wandered to you. You were his joy, his pain, his sadness, his shelter, his life. You were his everything. The vine only kept growing with the increasing thoughts of you.

   He looked in the mirror, only to see his face covered in blood, as well as puffy red eyes from crying. Gently grabbing the twisting vines, the thorns dug themselves into his hands. He started to pull. He sat in pain as the thorns drug and ripped every part of his throat. Screaming in agony, he continued to pull to vine, the thorns only embedding themselves deeper where they stood.

   His throat sore from the thorns and crying, he finally gathered enough strength to rip the vine out of his throat. Blood pooled out of his mouth and onto the porcelain sink below him. The red liquid swirled and danced against the white. More petals falling out of his mouth, falling into the sink, pooled with blood. He watched, as the remains of  the white petal were enveloped into the thick liquid.