#Surprising still didn't write Reo one since he is one of my faves

[doki-doki-imagines]

Heey I loved the hanahaki disease fic^^

Was wondering if i can request a part 2 with bachira and whoever else you want but only if you want to

Bachira Meguru – sunflower

Meguru has always been a confident guy, rarely events surprised him, that’s why when he coughed a beautiful yellow petal fly out of his mouth Bachira isn’t surprised at all “well, it was just a matter of time” he says to himself.

Meguru doesn’t want to avoid you, he swears, but everybody notices how quick he changes direction when he barely sees a strand of your hair.

It’s Isagi who first bring the topic up after an exhausting training, the only two guy remaining in the changing room.

“So…you have a crush on (y/n) right?”

Isagi you backstabber, how could you say the harsh truth in front of his face all of sudden.

And obviously, a fit of coughing started, and petals come flowing down like a waterfall from his mouth; what a nice way to doll up the fact he was more or less dying.

“Now you are worried Isagi? Maybe next time you should use your over-analysis skill on the field instead of investigating me” Meguru feels a little bad for thinking that, but just a little; maybe next time he won’t snoop around.

But Isagi is a hound and when he sets his eyes on a target he never lets go. That’s why Meguru is standing in front of you, knees already trembling, sunflowers scratching his throat.

“Why are you avoiding me! What have I done?”

Oh, Meguru sees the tears running down your face; it’s a look that doesn’t suit you at all.

But what can he do? Well, he laughs, laughs like a madman, ‘till one of those traitor petals come out from his mouth.

You look surprised, eyes wide open.

“W-what does this mean?”

“Don’t worry dear, it means I love you.” Meguru smiles

Well, it was easy to admit. It’s not like he could hide this anymore either.

And all of sudden the taste of blood on his lips takes a tinge of…strawberry? Oh, your lips are on his ones. Oh, the warmth of his chest is there because his heart is pumping full of love, not of those little thorns.

Oh, if only he knew it was going to be like this earlier.

Shidou Ryusei – pink petunia

Ryusei thinks of you as an NPC, one of those insignificant soulless pawns that in video games he enjoys killing so much.

Ryusei hates you with every cell running in his body, just looking at you makes his stomach writhe, shivers running down his skin making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

Then one day his lungs start to burn too, “another symptom of disgust” he thoughts. Then a single petal comes out from his mouth; what a beautiful shade of pink.

So it wasn’t hate, it is love.

Ryusei can’t stand the thought. A useless NPC became an intrusive thought? You aren’t explosive, your beauty don’t stand out, and you don’t have a single thing in common with him, so why you? What the fuck is wrong with his brain chemicals?

And the more he thinks of how much he can’t stand you the more petals come out, mixed with spit and vomit, but what an explosive feeling you are making him feel.

Ryusei can only smile, he adores all of this. Death sound so exciting.

He tries to get more near you, maybe even hold you, every harsh comeback makes his heart beat faster “yes, it’s coming” and as fast as he came he runs away ready for the next exciting fit.

You never understood Ryusei, he always acted annoyed by your mere presence, not helping the crush you were harboring for him, so seeing him so often now was strange, but how could you complain?

After all, when he was next to you it was the only moment where you didn’t vomit petals. So you kept your façade when you only wanted to smother that demon's face with kisses.

This tug-of-war goes on for a month, an entire month, then the illness decides to get the upper hand.

That’s why you find Ryusei on his knees in front of you, shirt and pants stained by blood and pink petunias that just won’t stop coming out from his mouth, but he is smiling. The damn bastard is smiling and pointing at you. Bastard.

Does he hate you so much that he’ll rather die than love you? Bastard.

Tears stream down your face and you can feel your own flowers scratching your throat. Bastard.

You move, throw yourself at him and kiss him, as long as your lungs let you, but what’s worse is that Ryusei tries to push you away.

You let him go, the petunias stopped flowing out, you can hear his breathing returning normal, yours too.

Ryusei looks at you, thick eyelashes soiled with tears, but he is frowning.

“You have rather died than admit your feelings for me? Bastard!”

You run away, Ryusei stays there, still on his knees.

You’ll both have to sort things out