Thorns Hurt Worse-BokuAka Hanahaki Fanfiction

Something Beautiful (Part Two)

Third Person

Bokuto never liked Coach. From the moment they first met there was an unspoken agreement of hate between them. But this time it was too much. Hating is one thing. Trying to hurt the person you hate is another. As Bokuto slid to the ground of the club room he found it hard to breath. Then he realized. He was having a panic attack. It was suffocating him. Tears streamed down his face. He choked on his spit and on his fast breath. All he could see was the truck slamming into their car and his father in the hospital bed. 

But he felt a tiny tap on his shoulder and managed to look up. Through his blurred vision he could make out Akaashi. His lips moved but Bokuto couldn't make out what he was saying. Soon enough, Akaashi gave up and just sat next to him. He bit his lip and glanced over at Bokuto. Akaashi didn't really like physical contact. Bokuto knew this. Coach knew this. Everyone knew this. Akaashi tried to ignore his haphephobia. He hugged Bokuto. Bokuto was calming down, but Akaashi wasn't. Akaashi was frozen. He could feel his heart beating faster. 

C'mon, Akaashi. This isn't time for fear. You have to comfort Bokuto. HE NEEDS YOU TO HUG HIM. 

Akaashi could feel his own tears forming and his own breath speeding up. He felt Bokuto not moving. He was calm. Okay. Good. Akaashi finally pulled away. He scooted over a few feet. Bokuto raised an eyebrow at him, despite his overwhelming sadness. Akaashi had some sort of smile-grimace on his face. 

"I'm fine Bokuto san" Akaashi had seen the reaction that Bokuto had from his far from comforting smile, "But are you?"  Bokuto nodded,

"I-yeah. Are you sure you're okay...?"

"I'm fine Bokuto san. Tell me what happened."

And Bokuto did. He told Akaashi how the truck slammed hard into theirs. How somehow he only got a scrape. How his father was in a coma. How the doctors weren't sure he was going to make it. How he didn't think he would make it. How every night he cried himself to sleep. How he couldn't bear the guilt of begging his dad to take him to Cold Stone that night. (Eheh, sorry, I really like Cold Stone...)

And Akaashi eventually scooted closer. And..he hugged Bokuto. But.. this time it didn't feel scary. It felt... perfect. Comfortable. It felt like there was a very sharp pain in the back of his throat. Akaashi gave a small cough. It didn't help. He gave a more violent cough. It still didn't help. 

"U-uhm, Bokuto..I need to use the restroom." Akaashi fought to not cough. 

"O-oh..uhm..okay...?" Bokuto pursed his lips and forced a smile, "I'll..uh, get back to practice..." 

"Um, sure, okay." Akaashi rushed off to the bathroom, barely making it into a stall before falling to his knees and coughing. Hacking. And it felt like he was dying. Burn rose up his throat. Tears poured down Akaashi's face, but he didn't notice, something was stuck in his throat. It was choking him, he couldn't breath for a few seconds and just hacked and hacked until a black, blood covered petal fell into the toilet. Akaashi froze. Petal? Blood? What...why...How did that happen? Akaashi felt for his phone, then realized it wasn't with him. So he sat there for a minute. He decided he'd go back to practice, but after he'd look up what happened.

tIme sKiP beCaUSe i aM laZY

Akaashi swiped his phone. He was lying stomach-down on his bed, the door was locked and he said he was doing homework, so his Mother shouldn't be an issue. 

"Search Google or type a URL" Akaashi pressed the characters,

"Why am I coughing up flower petals" 

"Hanahaki Disease" What's that?  Akaashi thought and pressed on the link.

The Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from , where the patient's throat will with flower, they will then proceed to throw, and the petals, (sometimes even the flowers). One of the only ways for the disease to 'disappear' is if, the said person returns the feeling (it can't be resolved with friendship, it has to be genuine feelings of love). The infection can also be removed through surgery, though the feelings disappear along with the petals. If they choose options, or the feeling is not returned in time, then the patient's lungs will fill up with flowers, and will eventually .
There is no specific flower for the disease, but it'll either be the crushes favourite type of flower, or their favourite colour. We can only hope for the patients, and pray that the crushes favourite flower isn't a type of rose.

Akaashi stared at his phone. He blinked. He blinked again. Hanahaki, huh? He had heard that before somewhere. Then he remembered. He remembered that was the disease his brother had before he died. 

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