Baddie wished it wasn't so routine to accidentally hear Edgy sobbing in his room so late at night. He's come across the depressing sounds far too often and, as much as he didn't care, he knew if the sad shit wasn't going to do something about it, he'll have to. So, without much of a second thought, Baddie creaks open the door of Edgy's room quietly—for some odd reason the red couldn't understand, he always keeps it unlocked—and enters his roommate's room uninvited.

Not seeing Edgy in his own room, Baddie wondered if he'd just heard the crying long enough to have made them up in his head, until suddenly he heard a horrid retching coming from the bathroom."What the fuck..?" The prankster thought to himself, perplexed as he made his way to where Edgy seems to be.
The closer Baddie got, the more he started to notice the soft glow of a phone pulsating gently from the crack of the bathroom door, and the quieting sobs that edged its way into painful retching noises. Looking around, it seemed like only him and the sad blue were awake. Well, Sunny-D always was a peaceful heavy sleeper. The prankster assessed the situation in his mind, contemplating whether or not interfering is a good idea and worth all the trouble, but then the sobs got more pitiful—far too pitiful—to listen to. A soft plea came next, "Lord...help me", and Baddie decided if he were ever to get a wink of sleep again, he'll have to do something about... all that, once and for all.
"Hey." The jolt that clearly showed Edgy's surprise put a smirk on Baddie's face, he always did enjoy being unexpected.
Edgy's phone was faced upright, the light of the screen revealing the blue's expression: his shiny blue eyes were reddened and puffy from excessive crying, his nose slightly running, face flushed and... rose petals—wait, rose petals?—seemed to have littered not only his roommate's cheeks, but the floor as well. Immediately, Baddie frowned again in distaste. What was he doing, eating flowers? Before he could ask, Edgy took a slow glance at his phone and suddenly jolted again, his head turned over to face the toilet bowl and, there, he upchucked dozens upon dozens of flowers and leaves. The red watched in horror, arms that were crossed slowly unfolding as the scene before him unraveled in a disgusting symphony of broken raspy sobs and cell phone dings.

Help him up. Without a word, Baddie went over to help pick Edgy up off their bathroom floor. Despite the weakness of his voice, his roommate hissed painfully, trying to move the prankster away from him. This proved to have no effect on the more physically fit roommate, as the vomiting had made Edgy too weak to fight back or protest properly. Being this close to each other, Baddie could smell the sickeningly sweet stench of roses softly wafting from his roommate, along with the strong vile stench of blood and bile. "I'm only doing this for me," The prankster told himself as he slowly brought the blue back to his room, phone left behind atop of the bathroom sink. "so that I can finally get a goodnight's rest."

Once they're inside his room Edgy manages to push Baddie away successfully, much to Baddie's annoyance. The blue lands safely on his bed after the shove, but doesn't say anything or move from his spot as he watches his prankster roommate quietly stomp back to the bathroom. After a moment of silence Baddie returns with Edgy's phone in hand, causing the blue roommate to sit up straighter. Eyes widened in panic and fear he tries to grab his phone back from the devilish red, stumbling forward. Immediately Baddie was there to catch him, putting a hand on the blue's chest and pushing him to lie down. "Shut up and relax, pint size." The prankster says, a hushed demanding tone in his voice, staring down his roommate. "I'm not going to do shit to your phone, if you explain to me what the fuck just happened to you in the bathroom."
It took Edgy some painful coughing, but once he could manage to form coherent words, he hissed back a response. "I don't have to tell you shit, asshole. Give me my fucking phone back."

Baddie's eye twitched, his patience running thin as Edgy continued to weakly reach for his phone. The prankster kept his roommate laid out on the bed with one hand, scrunching his nose in contempt thought as he mentally asked how he could explain himself to the stupid beanie-wearing sad lad. "Listen dumbass, if it were up to me, I'd have left you to choke up on blood and flowers and gone to bed. Problem is," Baddie moves his free hand to flick Edgy's forehead, much to the incredulity of the blue, and sighs heavily. "I can't exact sleep with you keepin' me awake at night with your loud as fuck crying. So I have every right to know what's causing you to freak out on a routinely basis and choke up flowers like someone's shoved a whole fucking flowershop down your throat."
For some odd—dare Baddie say miraculous—reason, that explanation got Edgy to stop squirming so much, his movement slowing to a halt and he glared up at his roommate.
Baddie stared back, eyes half-lidded in false disinterest, into Edgy's reddening eyes, accepting the challenge of assertion until the blue looked away. The blue's eyes downcasted, looking like they were about to well up in tears again. When the prankster felt him jolt up once more, he immediately removed himself off of his depressed roommate, watching as Edgy tripped over himself to vomit into a trash bin. The red's nose scrunched up again in discomfort, waiting until the beanie-wearing blue finished up and watched as he weakly stumbled to the end of his bed, catching himself but slumping down to the floor in the process. Both men sat in silence, Baddie opting to stay on the bed as he glanced down at his tired roommate, watching as Edgy's chest quietly heaved from the exhaustion of upchucking so much in the time he's been awake.

Finally, Edgy spoke up, voice still hoarse but coherent enough to understand. "Hanahaki."
"Bless you." The red's response earned him a deathly glare, causing Baddie to raise his hands in mock surrender. "Whoop, sorry, I guess."
"It's a sickness, prick." Edgy seethed, glancing at the phone that was still in his roommate's grasp. "I'm not telling you anything else, because I can handle myself just fine without your quote-on-quote help."
Baddie thinks for a moment, contemplating punching this sick man right then and there, before shrugging. "Okay." Bringing up the "borrowed" phone in his hands, he puts in his roommate's password and smirks in satisfaction as the device unlocks with ease. He's so predictable. "Guess i'll look it up. You don't mind, right?"
The blue yelps, not expecting that outcome, and promptly gets up on his feet. "Don't use my phone, you shit!" He gets up far too quickly for his weak physical state and topples over the prankster, reaching for his phone once more in the process. "How the fuck do you know my password anyways?!"
Despite being under Edgy, the sick man proved no difficulties as Baddie simply got out from underneath him, smoothly sitting on top of his back as he hummed in amusement at his roommate's struggles. "Relax Edgy, it's not like I'm gonna text whoever you're talking to. 'Sides, it's like— 2am, who would even be awake at this ti—"
As if being heard from the skies above—or whatever it is that was puppeteering the world they lived in, a notification popped up. Baddie blinked in surprise. "Huh..." Feeling the depressed blue recoil underneath him, the red could only assume this was the guy Edgy was texting until whatever sickness was going through hit him the way it had earlier. The prankster ignored it, not texting like he promised, and continued to use his roommate's phone to search up this "Hanahaki" sickness. He found an article on it and began reading as the blue underneath him slowly stopped squirming.

"'Hanahaki is a disease where the victim of unrequited or one-sided love begins to vomit or cough up the petals and flowers of a flowering plant growing in their lungs, which will eventually grow large enough to render breathing impossible if left untreated.'" The red softly read outloud, almost in disbelief. He really couldn't believe what he was reading, that this was a genuine sickness that people endured and... caused their deaths. Slowly, he glanced down at his now-silent and still roommate, who refused to meet his gaze as he kept his head down. "You... who is it?"
Edgy moved again, prompting the prankster to slide off of the blue. He hugged his own arms, still looking down, and curled up as he bit his lip, it looked like he was wondering whether or not to say anything in response. The sight made Baddie frown in pity, more so than usual. He looked so... small. When the sickly roommate let out a shivering breath, he gave the curious red his answer. "It's Bad, alright?"
It seemed like tonight was filled with even more surprises as Baddie stared at Edgy again. Well, that would explain the text he saw just moments ago. "You mean—goody-two-shoes Bad? The Bad that doesn't curse, really sensitive and lacks a spine Bad? That Bad?" When his roommate glared at him and snatched back his phone, Baddie let out a quiet whistle, hands up in mock surrender. "Geez, it's that bad indeed."
"Listen, fucker," Edgy snapped, shoving his phone face down onto his bed as he continued to glare deathly at his roommate. "I don't care what you think or say to me, but don't you dare give any shit him. He doesn't deserve to be talked down by you."
"Right, haha, because he's so much better than me apparently." Baddie was used to fighting with Edgy, a custom between the two of them that they took part in everyday, but it was rare he ever heard the blue defend anyone other than himself. He put his hands down by the side of him, shrugging off his roommate's words, and observed his movements. Edgy moved his messy hair away from his eyes, face still scrunched up from being mad at Baddie. As he picked up his phone, the wrinkles from all his stress and anger seemed to have melted away in an instant, looking over his most recent text. Though he may have looked to have calmed down, the red knew better than to expect Edgy to be anything close to okay. Under the soft glow once more, the blue's dark eyes shined with the glisten of tears, half-lidded as if in defeat and acceptance. Like... like he was accepting death at the doorstep. Wasn't he going to at least fight it? Didn't he want to fight for this love, a love that seemed so rare for the blue to even have in the first place?

In annoyance by Edgy's seeming contentedness with what was presumed to come, Baddie smacked the blue upside the head.
"Hey!!" He exclaimed, losing grip on his phone at being hit so suddenly. "What the fuck did you do that for?!"
The red narrowed his eyes as he stared at his roommate—was this really going to be worth all the effort?—and effectively looked to have put Edgy off slightly. Sighing, Baddie laid down on the blue's bed, hands behind his back and eyes closed as he made one last decision that night. "Alright, so you're pretty much hopeless. I'll help you out with this crush of yours."
Before the blue roommate could disagree, the prankster smoothly interjects. "You can't get out of this one either; if you keep dealing with this "Hanahaki" thing alone i'll have to deal with my already-growing insomnia and seeing your flowery dumbass corpse in the bathroom when I need to take a shit."
Opening his eyes and leaning up slightly on his elbows, Baddie could see the tired-of-your-bullshit look on Edgy's face but, despite the bitchiness of his stare, the red could easily read the contemplation in the blue's eyes. He couldn't blame him, it wasn't everyday you reached a hand out to your rival and offered them an olive branch instead of a flying fist.
"Do the dishes and clean Oreo's litter box for a month, then I'll let you meddle in my affairs. That a deal, asshat?" Edgy said decisively, surprising Baddie with a trade-off rather than accepting his offer. Considering the circumstances, it was almost enough to make the red chuckle at his roommate's eager response to get something out of this, as if helping him with his love troubles wasn't enough.
Too tired to complain, Baddie shrugs as he gets up from the bed. "Fine, whatever. We'll start tomorrow, aight?"
"As long as you keep your end of the bargain, sure."

On that note the prankster waved a lazy hand goodnight to his blue roommate, knowing that after tonight he'll be working hard to get all that sleep lost back tenfold. Sure, he never had any experience regarding romance like—ever, unless you count watching rom-coms every two weeks on Movie Night (Sunny seemed to love them for some reason, all terribly corny in Baddie's opinion though). It was only then Baddie realized what shit he was getting himself into, leaving the red to frown to himself as he closed his room door shut and flopped down onto his bed. He is literally the least experienced of the group regarding this problem, how is he supposed to help Edgy win over his stupid crush?
"It can't be that hard to get someone to like you." The red thought to himself, eyes drooping as he began slowly falling asleep. "What's the worst that could happen?"

Edgy could die.
The sudden instance of that sentence jolted Baddie's eyes open. That depressing roommate of his could potentially die. Like, die-die. If anything went wrong Edgy would genuinely be unable to live the rest of his life out, and he already knew this. How long has he known this, and was he planning on waiting out for his death? What would be happening now, or in the future, if Baddie didn't or hadn't decided to step in and take control of the situation? Would his stupid roommate's blood be on his hands now, now that he's intervened?
"...Fuck." Baddie groaned in frustration, hands on his face as these suddenly gloomy thoughts swirled in his head. Looks like he wasn't going to get much sleep tonight either.

Fuckin' damnit.