Ok! This is gonna be Naeleon Hanahaki AU. Warning: I mistreat Leon skncjdka poor boy deserves better,,,

CW: Blood, vomit, panic attacks, cursing, death

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Saturday night, 11 p.m.

Leon was convinced that someone had it out for him. Some godly figure up above was really just screwing him over. Every time he finally felt good, nope not today. You get crippling anxiety and a talent that you hate. It never seemed to end.

Which brings us Leon's current situation: Leaned over the toilet in his stupid dorm room, literally coughing up a lung. Well, actually not literally. Right now, he's coughing up a disgusting mixture of blood, bile, and holy shit flower petals. Not just any flower petals, white carnations. Leon prided himself on - secretly - knowing flower language and that meant he knew what this shit represented.

White carnations. They symbolize purity, luck, and innocence. They're a representation of pure love. Leon scoffed, immediately regretting it as it only agitated the petals in his throat even more. Which proved to be even worse, as the itching sensation became a burning sensation and he began choking violently. There's nothing "pure" or "innocent" about this shit.

It did make sense though. The whole reason Leon was kneeling over the toilet bowl. The whole cause of this "hanahaki disease" was because of one Makoto Naegi. Leon's long time crush and closest friend. Leon could definitely admit that the flowers fit Makoto well. It sucked though, Leon had been dealing with this shit for months now.

The sensation began to get worse and worse, to a point where every cry Leon let out became choked. Fear overtook his senses as he struggled to breathe. This is it. This is how I die. The edges of his vision started to blacken before, finally, his throat began to clear and he coughed out a full-ass carnation into his hands.

Leon stared at the flower in disbelief. He began to shake, pulling his hands to his chest and curling in on himself. He felt like crying, but no tears would come out. He sat there - on the bathroom floor, covered in sweat, tears, blood, bile, and flower petals - shaking like a leaf.

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By the time Leon managed to calm himself down, the blood on his chin had dried. He scowled and rubbed at it, dried blood flaking off onto his hand. He stood and went to the sink, attempting to turn the faucet one. No dice. He had forgotten for a moment that the water cuts off at night time. He growled once again and kicked the cabinets beneath the sink, stubbing his toe. His eyes teared up and he let out an enraged scream,

"FUCKING GODDAMIT!" FUCK THIS! FUCK FUCK FUCK!!"

After a while of screaming, Leon finally calmed down again and grabbed some toilet paper. He wiped at his mouth, managing to remove most of the stuff caked on his face. He finally headed out of the bathroom, coughing a little, and crawled into the bed - clean sheets be damned.

Sunday morning, 9 a.m.

Leon opened his eyes slowly, his sense coming back to him in waves. His body ached, he felt like a bruise. He rolled out of bed with a grunt and a wave of dizziness washed over him and he coughed a few petals into his hand. He tossed the petals aside and hobbled into the bathroom.

He took his time in the shower, enjoying the feeling of the warm water against his skin. Once he finished, he hopped out feeling somewhat refreshed. He threw on a random band t-shirt and a pair of jeans and headed out to breakfast.

Leon supposed that this was one of his favorite things about living on campus. The school provided breakfast, lunch, and dinner as long as you could prepare it. He was lucky enough to have a bunch of awesome cooks in his class. If he was really lucky, maybe Aoi had made donuts and he's gotta eat some.

He got to the cafeteria and was immediately met with a loud voice,

"Kuwata-Kun! You are dreadfully late!" A familiar white-clad figure marched over to Leon - not unlike a soldier headed into war. "How do you expect to be on time during the school week when you practice tardiness on the weekends?!"

Fuck! He should've known Taka would be just as bright and bushy-tailed as normal. Just because he was exhausted, didn't mean that others were.

"Ah! S-Sorry Taka." Leon shoved his hands into his pants pockets. "I was jus' gettin' a shower and lost track of time. Y'know, practicing cleanliness and shit."

Taka pondered this for a moment before breaking into a smile and letting out a stiff laugh,

"Ah! I see. Well, try to plan these things out better next time! I am more than happy to assist in making you a proper schedule! In fact, I insist! After breakfast, let's do just that!"

Leon rolled his eyes and smiled fondly. He wasn't really in the mood for hanging with anyone after last night, but he didn't have the heart to refuse Taka's suggestion.

"Sure thing Taka. Let's meet up in your room, 'kay?"

Taka nodded and headed back to his seat, seemingly content with the conversation. Leon began his walk to the kitchen when another familiar voice called out to him,

"Hey Leon! Aoi made donuts, get over here dude!"

Suddenly, Leon's mood improved drastically. He headed over and without hesitation grabbed a donut and began munching on it. Fucking delicious. Almost makes him forget the taste of blood and flowers. Almost. Unfortunately, the universe couldn't give him one goddamn break and the object of his affections walked into the room. Leon choked.

Taka got up once again and scolded Makoto for coming in so late. Luckily though, Makoto was the last to arrive. So, Taka wouldn't have to get up again after this. Eventually, the two made their way back to the table. Makoto opened his mouth to say a greeting of some sort, but was immediately cut off by Leon coughing loudly.

The redhead held a hand over his mouth and doubled over in pain. Fuck fuck fuck fuck!! Not here!! Not now!! He'd been doing so good hiding it!

Leon thinks he hears people standing from their chairs and footsteps heading his way - which makes sense because he's fucking stupid and let his friends see him like this - but he's too preoccupied by the pain and anxiety. The shaking returns and he lets out a choked sob. He hears yelling, but it's muffled. He sees his friends standing over him as he falls to the ground, but they're blurred to the point that he can't tell the difference between them all.

The world goes dark and for a moment, Leon is at peace.

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Sunday??, ???

The first thing Leon notices when he wakes up is how bright everything is. The second thing he notices is that his entire class was in the room with him.

"Hey guys!! He's awake!!"

"Shh! Pl-Please don't sp-speak too l-loud. H-His head wi-will probably st-still be hurting r-really b-bad,,"

"Ahh.... sorry.."

Leon groaned, coughing. Everyone's eyes were on him and it was definitely not helping his killer headache. He also vaguely felt a burning pain in his lungs. He tried to speak, but his voice was too raspy. The nurse - he vaguely recalled her name as Mikan?? Maybe?? - who had spoken earlier spoke up again,

"K-Kuwata-kun.. I'm g-guessing you're al-already aware of this, b-but you have Ha-Hanahaki Disease..."

Her eyes were filled with tears as she spoke, shaking rather badly. There was a - quiet - uproar at this. Leon's classmates began speaking over each other and his head throbbed.

"Y-Yeah,, I know,,"

The room went silent at the sound of his voice.

"H-How lo-long have,, have you ha-had symptoms?"

"About th-three months now," he rasped, "c-coughed up an entire flower last night,,"

Mikan let out a soft wail, "Th-That means it's too late! Y-You can't g-get th-the surgery n-now!"

"S-Surgery?!" Makoto's voice cut into their conversation, "What surgery?! What even is this Hanahaki thing in the first place?!"

Mikan sobbed, "Ha-Hanahaki Disease i-is a disease that a-affects th-those who h-have an u-unrequited love... The su-surgery is the o-only way for th-the afflicted t-to survive.. b-but the surgery r-removes the affected's m-memories of their l-love... L-Leon waited t-too long to get the s-surgery and n-now it's too late!"

The air in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Taka was the first to speak up.

"So... Leon is going to... die?"

It hurt Leon to hear the normally so upbeat hall monitor sound so... small.

The room practically exploded. Some of his classmates sobbed while others raged.

"Why the fuck didn't tell us?! God dammit we coulda help ya and now yer gonna! Gonna..."

The biker turned his head away to hide newly forming tears.

Leon was distressed to see his friends like this. He was about to speak up when,

"So... who is it? Leon's unrequited love, I mean"

Ah Sakura. Leon was relieved to hear her voice. Even if the words shot a bolt of lightning threw his entire body and stopped him in his tracks. He finally opened his mouth, tears suddenly beginning to fall without his consent,

"I-I ca-ca-can't I-I-" He was once again interrupted by uncontrollable coughing. He waited for it to stop, they all waited for it to stop, but it didn't. He kept coughing, and coughing. Blood began dribbling down his neck and face. Class 78 immediately panicked, students stood and ran to Leon's side as he quite literally choked to death on his feelings.

"Ma-Mako-Makoto- ple-please,,"

His voice cut through the coughs for a moment and the class turned to the boy in question. Said boy was shaking, tears in his eyes. He quickly ran over,

"L-Leon? What is it? Wh-What do you need?"

Leon smiled, raising a hand to Makoto's face. He turned his head and broke into coughs once again before letting out a whisper, "I-It's you.. g-go-goddammit.. I-I love you Ma-Makoto-" He broke into another coughing fit, his hand falling back down onto the bed.

Then, all of a sudden, he went still.

Damn. 1747 words and it's angst. This is just the beginning folks! :,) This hurt to write,,, and now bedtime,, sleep sleepy times o'clock,, goodnight y'all sksksk