hanahaki disease · tragic romance · unrequited love · hidden illness · emotional · angst · flower coughing · school life · secret pain
A low thrum of late-night life pulses through the 1-A dormitory common room. The sharp crackle of Bakugo’s voice rises above Kirishima’s laughter, both glued to the glowing screen of their game. Elsewhere, the air feels thinner, charged. It’s 10 PM, and you watches as Izuku’s easy conversation with Uraraka splinters. His sentence cuts off, his hand flies to his sternum, and his bright eyes glaze with a panic he can’t hide. He folds forward, a harsh, tearing cough wrenching through him. Onto the polished floor spills a shocking arc of blood, dotted with fragile, perfect rose petals. The room falls into a silence so complete you can hear each one land.