Danganronpa Angsttober October Stories

10/14

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Coughing echoed off of the walls of Byakuya Togami's dorm bathroom, as he spit out flowers. Hanahaki Disease. A supposedly fictional, but apparently real, sickness that causes the infected to cough up flowers due to one-sided love. Well who had this cold boy fallen for.

Makoto Naegi

To be honest, Byakuya didn't even think he was capable of caring for people, let alone falling in love. But somehow this optimistic, kind, understanding, wonderful boy had captured his heart. And now, in the midst of this killing game, he had a disease that would kill him if he didn't confess of get the surgery, which was quite impossible in current circumstances.

He whipped the blood from his mouth, his whole body still hurting. He had come to terms that he would most likely die anyway. After all who could possibly love someone like him? Oh and of course Makoto loved Kyoko.

He also knew that he was close to dying cause this had been going on for quite some time and each day more blood would cover the flowers he spit out. With an aching body and heart, he went to sleep, hoping to at least make it to the next day.

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"Hey Byakuya!"
Makoto smiled at him.

That damn smile

"Hello Makoto."
Even through these two words he had to do his best not to start spitting out petals at that very moment.

"How are you today?"
"I'm good. What about you?"
A lie.

"Oh I'm feeling great. Nobody's, you know, died in a bit, so thing's are finally starting to look up."
Byakuya just nodded. True, nobody else had died for a while after Sakura.

...

That would soon change.

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More flowers, more petals, more coughing, more blood, more pain

The same thing every day, every night. Except this night it didn't seem like it would end, and there was even more blood than usual. That wasn't a good sign at all.

Byakuya slumped up against the wall. Makoto...He had done this to him in a way but how could he ever be mad at him? He just hoped maybe, Makoto felt the same way.
Then he reminded himself that no one would ever love him because of his personality.

He went in to another coughing fit and collapsed down to the floor. Everything was pain, everything was suffering. He would die. Here, in a killing game, in his dorm bathroom, because of a love disease. In his final moments, he wished that he could've confessed to Makoto but it would've only led to rejection.

Or so he thought.

But with that his world went black, never to light up again.

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A/N: OKAY I ACTUALLY LIKE THIS ONE A LOT! Hope you enjoyed!
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~Toko