a year after they broke up, tsukishima kei finally reads the letters his ex-lover wrote to him. ➴ started : 2/1/21 ➴ ended : 2/1/21 ➴ i don't own hq/kei (just y/n) ➴ ANGST

SUNA RINTAROU X (OC)READER Six players stand on each side of the court. Six players, one mind, one goal. While there is no force more powerful than rushing water, she stands against the flow, refusing to follow in the only direction she knows she must move in: forward. When the people around her, and life as she knows it, moves forward, y/n remains, the backbone of a team with no skeleton. It's just her. One player. One mind. One goal, and five ghosts. When an accident sends her life's dreams crashing to the ground, y/n is caught between wanting to stay in her world of familiar hurt and needing to move on with her life. Finding her way back onto the court, rediscovering why she calls herself an athlete, and learning to pave a new path is easier said than done when the only light to guide her is the dying promise of her best friend. However, whether it's his words or her rekindled ambition, y/n isn't the sort who crumbles from defeat. >I accidentally mixed up OC and reader(was new to fanfiction), so know that y/n is written as an OC in this story. >I do not own Haikyuu or any of its characters, only the plot and OCs. >If I could bold, underline, and italicize the word "angst", I would. You have been warned. >Cover/story art by me :)

A world where hanahaki disease exists...and unrequited love kills. She developed another type of feeling for her childhood best friend...and it's slowly killing her. "I love you, and I still do." Please enjoy ~ (A/N: A short hanahaki story. You can replace it with your name when you're reading it, if you want it as 'xreader'. Ps. If you're the artist and you don't want your art to be used, PM me. I'll take it off.)

Her lungs burned with each breath she took, nipping her at her heart. As she cough to rid the unpleasant discomfort it had only grew more painful. The pristine, ceramic toilet was overflowed with hues of purple, daubed with ichor. The beautiful lavender petals looked daunting with her scarlet blood tainting the beautiful florets. She heaved a breath and brought the hem of her sleeve to her mouth unconsciously to rid of any remnants of the humanly substance. She cursed when her ivory school jacket had soiled. In this world, such a beautiful yet cruel ailment exist. Where one who suffers unrequited or one-sided love rasps flowers grown inside their lungs. The Hanahaki disease. This disease is inhuman. Pure wickedness. And Meraki fell for someone who's heart belonged to another.