Hanahaki Disease Meme

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HANAHAKI DISEASE

The Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from one-sided love, where the patient coughs up flowers or flower petals. The only cure is to have that love reciprocated, or to somehow wipe away all one’s memories of their beloved person. The infection can be removed through surgery, but the feelings disappear along with the petals.

1. Post your character with name, canon, and ship preferences in subject line. Also include whether you'd prefer your character to be the one suffering from the disease or not.
2. Tag other people.
3. Pain.
4. If you need help choosing specific flowers, this flower meaning chart might be a good starting point.

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[goatsongs]

[He can't look at her, no, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know that she's crying. He sets a hand on her back, unusually gentle - or just weak. Could be either, now.]

...Don't go. Please.

[If he has a selfish last request, it's that he doesn't really want to die alone.

Besides. It's not like it's contagious.]

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ as light as the touch is, it makes her plaster herself the rest of the way against the bed. like she's trying to get as close to him as she can without climbing in there with him. ]

I don't want to. Didn't want to. But I don't want to- to hurt you more just because I'm a s-selfish mess.

[goatsongs]

If you were a selfish mess you wouldn't be here.

[And he wouldn't have fallen for her - though he shouldn't say that out loud.

He rubs her back lightly. It's weird that he's the one comforting her, isn't it...]

[ghostfromthemachine]

I was here for my own peace of mind as much as I was for you, and now I'm all but- begging you to make me feel better about this when you're the one dying and I'm the cause.

If you can- can call yourself an asshole, I can call myself selfish.

[goatsongs]

[Well, he's not going to give up the asshole thing, so he can't fight her on this.]

...Then just get in bed already, I don't feel like getting out.

[If she wants comfort then the least she can do is come to him.]

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ peeling herself away from the mattress enough to look at him, startled and then sharply intent. despite the glassiness caused by the tears, her eyes are doing that weird thing again, with the light barely reflecting them at all.

after a moment she snuffles, wipes her face off against the side of the mattress, and turns to climb up and carefully tuck herself against his side. her weight is barely enough to make the bed dip, but she's warm. ]

[goatsongs]

[She's warm, and it's much easier for him to throw an arm around her this way.]

That's more like it.

[...of course, she doesn't love him, and it pains him a little to have her so close - he coughs lightly once but it doesn't turn into a fit - but it's painful to see her suffer because of him, too.]

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ whatever or however she feels for him, it isn't a match for the kind of love he feels; the flowers are obvious, painful proof of that.

this does not stop her from settling down like there's nowhere else she would rather be. ]

...I'm sorry.

[ her voice is steadier; more resigned than anything ]

[goatsongs]

[No, it isn't the same. It's natural to take comfort from a friend, and Kaiko deserves that much, and Chuuya wants to give it to her.]

Not your fault.

[A murmur as he hugs her close.]

Sorry if I cough on you.

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ she wasn't just apologizing for putting him in this situation, however indirectly... but he doesn't need to know that. he doesn't need to know how badly a part of her wants to take advantage of this.

dry ]

I've been coughed on with worse. ...My mother had tuberculosis.

[goatsongs]

Oh.

...Hearing me cough isn't fun then.

[Probably not at all. But there's not much he can really do about it. He holds her a little tighter in apology.]

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ even if he's weak, that much is still somehow enough to shift her easily. she sighs out a nearly contented sort of sound— she'll take this while she can.

a little wry ]

There's a reason I panicked and broke in.

[goatsongs]

...Sorry. I didn't want you to see.

[If she didn't see, then it'd be easier for her, because she wouldn't find out why it was happening.]

[ghostfromthemachine]

...mm.



Thank you. For telling me.

[goatsongs]

I wish I didn't. It'd be easier if you didn't know why.

[People die all the time. That's just a fact of life. But when you blame yourself and wonder what you could have done, could have not done...

That's something he understands too well.]

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[ghostfromthemachine]

...

[ghostfromthemachine]

...it wouldn't. It really wouldn't. I would rather know.

[goatsongs]

Even though it's like this?

[Not her fault, but close enough to be interpreted that way without a leap in logic.]

[ghostfromthemachine]

It's a leap even for me at my worst to decide that you having the poor taste to fall in love with me is further proof that God is punishing me for existing.

[ ...that came out much, much more bitter than she'd intended. she grimaces. ]

[goatsongs]

[That's really bitter, and Chuuya can't help but wince.

It's also bullshit.]

I have fucking excellent taste, thank you.

[ghostfromthemachine]

...I really want to argue that...

[ unvoiced, but still implied: but once again, you're not wrong. when you want to give your friend shit and also continue to wallow in your own self-loathing, but objectively recognize both of those things are terrible ideas ]

[goatsongs]

The girl I'm in love with is cute as hell. She's got great taste in literature, has a good sense of humor and a cute laugh, she's smart and gives good advice... She likes messing with people but I've never seen her pick on somebody in a mean way, not somebody who didn't deserve it, she's too good for that. But she doesn't let people push her around either.

Once she punched a tentacle monster in the face. It was awesome.

[Like, who the fuck doesn't want a girl who can kick the ass of an eldritch being.]

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ ...HELLO 911 I APPARENTLY NEED TO REPORT A MURDER? making a stepped-on squeaky toy sort of noise after several moments of just staring at him

(there's something desperate—nearly hungry—to the look in her eyes.) ]

I— that was— I was mostly joking, Chuuya?

...I've only ever let you see the best of me.

[ and that's not so much a protest as it is a regret. ]

[goatsongs]

[get wrecked

Chuuya doesn't seem bothered much by the admission.]

Putting your best foot forward is pretty human. If we'd had more time, maybe, but it is what it is.

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ making this unimpressed "ew" face at him in response to that comment and then poking him in the side ]

Don't lump me in as human, thank you very much... mm. Whose fault is it that we don't.