A/N : requested by @k_ishihara
I hope you like it!!
Akami is an oc of mine that im gonna use for the sake of the story
"I like Akami-senpai, I guess.."
Staring at the vibrant coloured flowers floating around her, ___ sat on the marbled floor of the bathtub, submerged in the scalding hot water that made her skin flush - she didn't mind. She took comfort in feeling the heat of the water burning her skin till she went numb, it soothed her nerves.
"Ah.. I see."
She let out an inaudible whimper and hid her face in her arms, the water rippling from her sudden movements.
Replaying the moment in her head, ___ felt her heart clench in pain as she felt another cough rising from her throat, an itchy feeling that she wanted to scratch and claw at desperately. She hated this feeling, it felt so insufferable.
She opened her mouth as she heaved for breath, struggling to let her cough out. ___ grasped her neck with one hand as the other held a finger up to insert in her throat, deep enough to make her gag and force the clot to spew out, unclogging her throat. In a matter of seconds, the girl was hurling up whole flowers and petals, along with a small amount of blood that trickled down her chin to the water.
"H-Help.." she lets out a strangled whisper as the flow of flowers ceased, giving her a chance to gasp for air. When her breathing became stable enough, ___ stared at the flowers that floated in the water that was now slightly pink from her blood. She let out a dry, coarse laugh as tears rolled down her flushed cheeks.
"Why would I even say that..?" she laughed pitifully, throwing her head back as she relaxed in the water.
After all, no one can help her.
"___?" Fushiguro called out, opening the door to her room without asking. The girl raised her head up slowly, her eyes puffed and red from the crying session in the shower - Fushiguro noticed this. "Are you okay?"
Her lips curled up into a small smile.
No.
"Yes."
Fushiguro squinted his eyes suspiciously at the girl. For the past week, he had picked up on the little odd things that ___ had been doing, not to mention, the way she's been acting around him was becoming rather unusual. She would always have to use the washroom at least five times a day, she would skip out on several missions because she wasn't feeling well - hell, this girl even started avoiding him whenever she could, always spouting out some nonsense excuse just to be able to get away from him. Fushiguro was by no means dumb, but the boy couldn't really figure out why ___ started behaving this way.
"Then why have you been avoiding me?" he asked, subconsciously glaring at the girl.
Ah, there it was. The question.
___ knew he was bound to ask sooner or later. After all, they had been friends for as long as she can remember, ever since his dad had left him and Tsumiki, so it only made sense for him to start noticing the little changes.
"Megumi," she says, getting up from her seat. Fushiguro eyed her movements carefully as she played the record player on the coffee table, the sound of the piano and violin reaching his ears. Her face was more narrow, making her cheekbones a little sharper than usual. Her limbs were also trembling, like she was struggling to keep herself up. Her eyes were dull and grim with no shine to be found.
"Let's dance, shall we?" she asks with a soft smile. She held her hand out for him to grab, which he complied to but he was seriously concerned and confused. What's going through her mind right now? Why is she acting this way?
