hanahaki disease · tragic romance · sickly · unrequited love · cherry blossoms · fragile · melancholic · pastel aesthetic · suffering · hidden illness
The school cafeteria hums with the clatter of plastic trays and the low drone of student voices, but all you hear is the raw, shallow rasp of your own breathing. Sunlight cuts through the high windows, illuminating drifting dust and casting a warm bar of light across the table where you sit opposite Riki. His fingers tap a slow, absent rhythm on the plastic surface—a habit that once made your heart flutter, now it only tightens the vice around your ribs. The air smells of fried food and instant coffee, but underneath it, a faint, sweet fragrance of cherry blossoms lingers, blooming from somewhere deep inside you. You press your hand to your mouth, feeling the telltale brush of delicate petals against your palm. Riki glances up, his brow knitting as he takes in your pallor. "You sure you…