#i bet i've misspelled a tag before without even realizing it

[danganronpa-imagines-ftw]

Ooh do you like Hanahaki?? It’s so great to see authors who love the same tropes I do. How about Gundham and/or Kokichi (depending on who you feel like writing) having Hanahaki over a fem!crush/classmate?

Once I saw this in my inbox, I literally JUMPED for the opportunity to get to write this (and yes I’m absolutely doing both Gundham and Kokichi). Also, really really sorry you submitted this about a month ago and I’m only just getting it done now, but I hope you like this regardless.

Also, you didn’t specify happy or sad ending, so I’m doing both (though I still included an alternate happy ending anyway ‘cause I felt bad...)

Also, it’s under the cut since it’s pretty lengthy...

Gundham and Kokichi Getting Hanahaki Disease for a Fem!Crush!Reader

(F/C=Favorite color)

(M/N=Male friend’s name)

(L/N=Last name)

Gundham Tanaka:

*BRINGGGGGGG*

The bell had rung, finally, indicating the end of the school day. Gundham had been waiting for it to ring for the whole class period at this point, since he was getting antsy to talk to you.

You two were best friends, so you often walked home together, but when Gundham stepped out into the hallway, he saw you with an unfamiliar boy.

You noticed him and waved, walking over. The boy followed, much to Gundham’s dismay.

“Hey Gundham!” You smiled, and Gundham couldn’t help but blush at that. “This is my friend, (M/N).”

“Hey.” He said, rather unenthusiastic. He must have sensed Gundham’s crush the minute his cheeks lit up.

You, however, remained oblivious, only continuing to walk with both boys on either side.

Gundham wasn’t usually as quiet in conversation as he was now, but you couldn’t help feeling slightly downtrodden about how well the two of you got along. How you smiled so brightly around him... how his cheeks lit up as you two continued talking... he couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous.

Suddenly, he felt something deep in the pit of his stomach.

“Gundham?” You questioned.

She stopped smiling... he thought.

“Are you alright? You look pretty pale...”

“Y-Yes,” He stuttered out. An obvious lie. “But I must use the restroom for a moment, pardon me.”

He hurried inside the bathroom, not daring to turn around to see your worried face. He put his hands on the sink to steady himself, looking at the mirror.

(Y/N) was right... he thought, observing his pale, sweaty features. I do look rather ill...

Suddenly, he felt something in the back of his throat, like he was choking on air. He held his hand over his mouth, coughing furiously.

When he pulled his hand away, he noticed a (F/C) colored rose petal, doused with blood.

He was confused at first... there was no real reason why he would cough up a flower petal of all things.

But, he remembered the time you two were walking around town as usual one day, when you passed the window of a flower shop. He saw your eyes light up as you expressed your love for the (F/C) roses.

Then it hit him.

He had Hanahaki.

The first thing he did was mentally curse himself. Cursing himself for falling in love with someone who would never love him back. Cursing himself for getting jealous. Cursing himself for getting some ridiculous disease.

He had read about Hanahaki before. How it’s deadly if not treated. The only way to cure it was for that person to love you back...

He stared at the flower petal, still in his hand, and watched it go down the drain.

Once he returned from the bathroom a few minutes later, he was surprised to see you waiting outside the door.

“(Y/N)? What are you still doing here, mortal? And where is that fool that was following you?” He asked. Although he didn’t mean to, his distaste and jealousy dripped into his words and tone.

You looked down at your feet. “I told him I was going to wait for you, but he said he had places to go, so he left.”

Gundham sighed internally, and although he felt guilty about it, he was glad it was just the two of you now.

“Anyway’s, I heard you coughing, are you alright?” You ask with a worried expression.

“Don’t worry about me, princess, I’m fine.” He said, looking away from you to hide the guilt in his eyes from lying to you.

“If you say so...” You two walked along in silence all the way back home. You knew something was up, but there was no way Gundham would tell you.

Over time, you had noticed whatever sickness Gundham may have had seemed to just get worse. He would have to excuse himself to the restroom quite frequently during classes. You had tried to reach out to him, but to no avail, as he slowly started distancing himself from you.

(M/N) told you to quit worrying about him, you didn’t want to catch whatever he had after all. Still, you knew something was seriously wrong.

One day, Gundham asked to use the bathroom again during class. The teacher asked if he was okay, since she and everyone else had noticed something was up. Already halfway out the door, he stuttered out “I-I’m fine...”

“Are you sure? You don’t look so good. Maybe you should head to the infirmary...” She questioned.

“I-It’s fi-!” He tried to convince her, but suddenly covered his hand with his mouth, doubling over and putting his hand on the wall. He coughed roughly, drawing the attention of even the spaciest students. You could see blood seeping through the gaps in his fingers, dripping onto the floor.

Looking down into his hand, Gundham noticed it. A full rose bud, still in that taunting (F/C) color. He quickly closed his fist so nobody could see, crushing the delicate flower mercilessly.

The teacher (and everyone else) had seen what happened, and they were understandably concerned.

But they weren’t nearly as concerned as you were. You got up out of your chair, running over to him as he wiped off the blood now dripping down his chin.

“Gundham!” You yelled. You probably sounded mad, and based on the look in Gundham’s eyes, he probably thought you were. In actuality, you were just concerned. Gundham was a very important person to you, and you didn’t want him to suffer like this. “What’s going on?!”

He only stared, it’s all he could do in the moment. He couldn’t explain, not here, not in front of everyone. Luckily, the teacher spoke up to break the tense silence.

“Uhm, you should probably head down to the infirmary...” She said, pointing in the direction he needed to go. “And... if this has been why you’ve been leaving class so frequently, you may want to just stay home and rest properly. This... well I’m no doctor, but this doesn’t look very good...”

“I’ll carry his bags!” You said, almost too quickly. You knew he could carry his bags by himself, and the teacher knew this too, but she knew you only had good intentions, so she let you go.

Grabbing his bags for him, you followed him into the hallway where he was waiting, having just exited the bathroom to clean up.

You walked alongside him in silence. You both knew you needed to talk about this, and about what was happening, but neither of you wanted to start the conversation. Gundham out of guilt, and you out of worry.

“Gundham...” You finally spoke up. “Is this why you’ve been leaving?”

“...Yes... but do not worry. No simple disease can overtake the Overlord of Ice. I am much stronger than that.” He says, looking away.

“Are... are you sure though? You’ve been looking sick for a while now, and you only seem to be getting worse...” Your words quieted near the end, not wanting to face the reality of his situation.

“I assure you, princess, I am fine.” Gundham said calmly. Princess, it was a nickname he’d call you by often. Usually, it always calmed you down to hear that, but right now, it was much more unsettling. Like he knew it was worse than he was letting on, and you wanted to let you down easy.

You two arrive at the infirmary, where Mikan was anxiously waiting, the teacher likely calling her in advance to let her know what was happening.

Gundham sat on the patient bed wordlessly, while you set down his stuff. Just as you were about to talk to Mikan for a minute, you noticed you had left something of his in the classroom.

“Oh, uh, Gundham,” He perked his otherwise sullen head towards you at the speaking of his name. “I left your notebook back in the classroom, I’ll go get it real quick!” You rushed out of the room and towards the classroom. You didn’t want to leave Gundham’s side, but you couldn’t leave it there for him to have to collect later. So, for the time being, you hurried down the halls, trying to make your way back to Gundham as soon as possible.

Meanwhile, in the infirmary, Mikan examined Gundham while questioning on his symptoms. Once he had answered some important questions, Mikan got an anxious look on her face, like she needed to talk about something but was too nervous to say.

“Is there a problem, nurse?” He questioned, confused.

“N-No!” She stuttered out quickly. “W-Well, y-yes, there is a problem... Not with you...” She collected her thoughts before continuing. “Gundham... is it possible you have... H-Hanahaki?”

He visibly flinched at the mention of the disease. He knew he had it, and he knew she knew too.

“It’s not... it’s not for (Y/N), is it?” Gundham jumped once again, face going pink as he tried desperately to hide behind his scarf. “I’ve n-noticed the way you act a-around her...”

I-Is it really that obvious?! He thought.

“Gundham... you have to tell her!” She cried out with an unusually forceful demeanor. “I-If you don’t, you’ll... you’ll... you’ll die!”

He knew about that, how if you’re feelings aren’t resolved, the disease is fatal. But really, what choice does he have? Keep silent and die a lonely death, or confess and inevitably get rejected? His situation was completely hopeless.

~~~

He stared uninterested at the ceiling, his mind completely blank. Mikan had sent him home, since he was no fit to stay at school. Still, it felt depressing to just sit and wallow in his feelings all day, feeling too weak to try to do much of anything else.

A small squeak brought his attention away from his situation and to the small creatures to his side.

The Dark Devas... He smiled affectionately at them, picking one up and patting it’s head. They were no doubt extremely worried about him, seeing every he was going through first hand. They had been there through it all, since they were his beloved companions. At least I still have you...

A knock on his dorm room door startled him, causing him to nearly drop his hamster. He let out a gruff “Come in!”, his voice hoarse from his disease.

The door opened slowly, revealing the worried face of his friend. You walked in, wordlessly shutting the door behind you and sitting at the end of his bed. There was a knowing silence between you two, a knowing silence that something was going on that he wasn’t letting on about.

“Gundham...”  You said quietly, looking at him, gazes not meeting as he looked away in shame. “You know you can trust me, right?” He slowly looked up and you locked eyes with him. “I’m your best friend, and I care about you, so seeing you in pain is just... too much for me to bear. So please...” You put your hand on top of his, causing him to blush lightly, but remain pocker-faced. “Please just tell me what is going on...”

Should I tell her? I... I should be honest... but... she’s just going to reject me... I don’t know what I should d- His thoughts were cut off by a familiar feeling in the back of his throat. Great timing...

He hacked into his hand, watching your alarmed face contort as the blood seeps through his fingers and stains the bandages. He heard you call out his name, but he could hardly notice over the painful sensation of thorns dragging up his throat.

After a solid ten seconds, he stopped, panting slightly as he struggled to regain his breath. He pulled his hand away and stared, an entire (F/C) rose resting in his palm, beautiful despite blood stains. You had no doubt noticed it too, eyes fixated blankly on the rose before you.

“G-Gundham...?” You said, breathlessly, almost unable to comprehend the sight before you. “D-Do you have... Is this... Hanahaki?” You winced at the name, such a disease stinging your mind with awful thoughts and concerns.

Gundham realized his cover had been blown, he really had no choice. Now was his chance.

He had always struggled with emotions, feeling distanced from those around him, unwilling to let anyone else get close to him. But with you, he wanted nothing but to grow closer. Still, he couldn’t comprehend anyone returning this sorts of feelings with him.

He reached out to grab your hand, running his thumb affectionately over the back of your hand.

“(Y/N)...” He said, voice hoarse and blood still dripping from his mouth. “I... I love you.” He closed his eyes, unable to look at you with his strong fear of rejection.

Your eyes widen with realization. This whole time, he had Hanahaki? And for you of all people? Your body moved on it’s own, and you threw your arms around his shoulders and hugged him a little too tightly for someone still catching his breath.

“Gundham!” You cried out, tears slipping down your cheeks. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? You didn’t need to go through all this for me!”

He melted in your embrace, wrapping his arms around you as well, tears threatening to spill. “I’m sorry my love...”

You pulled away, facing him with a sad smile.

“I love you too...” You say, before closing the gap between your lips and his.

Kokichi Ouma:

Kokichi Ouma had always had a sort of... fascination... with (Y/N) (L/N). Perhaps it was the way she talked so passionately about her interests, or how she always treated those around her with the utmost care. Whatever the reason, he didn’t care. He may be a masterful liar, but the one person he could never lie to was himself. He had fallen for (Y/N).

He wasn’t really sure about what to do with these feelings, however. The vulnerability of a relationship was not something he was particularly used to. Regardless, he couldn’t help but find himself trying to spend more time with you. You always greeted his company with a smile, not something many people did to a guy like him, and treated him so nicely.

Lunch had just started, so you sat down with some of your classmates at your usual table. Already waiting there was Kaito, Maki, Shuichi, Kaede, Kiibo, and Miu. It was quite the chaotic group, though, with Kaito and Kokichi fighting quite frequently, but some of the more level headed people like Kiibo and Maki could usually stop their fighting.

Not long after you sat down, Kokichi made his presence known, taking a seat next to you.

“Heya everyone! Miss me?” He smiled and put his hands behind his head. Kaito’s expression visibly darkened, a scowl forming on his face.

“This guy again...” Kaito muttered under his breath.

Kokichi looked away dejected, feigning sadness. “Why are you always so mean to me Kaito? Do you not want me to be here?” Suddenly, his expression lit up once again. “Welp, that’s just too bad! I think I might stay!”

His “emotions” changed rapidly at that moment, practically giving you whiplash.

Kaito gave up sulking for now, opting instead to talk to Maki and Shuichi, as well as yourself. “They’re thinking about sending a shuttle here in the next few years! The space program is already planning on sending me up in that one! Once I’ve graduated of course.” He smiled brightly, clearly enthused to get the chance to talk about space (not that he didn’t do that 24/7 anyways).

“That’s great Kaito!” You smiled, proud of your friend for his achievements. You knew how much he’d wanted this, and you were happy for him.

Kokichi watched from the other side of the table, unusually silent. Seeing you and Kaito act so... friendly and happy together... something didn’t sit right with him. It practically made him sick to his stomach.

He soon realized that his feelings of nauseating resentment may have not just been jealousy, his legs shaking and stomach turning.

He figured he had eaten something rotten, and excused himself uncharacteristically quietly from the table, being too weak to put on his usual charade.

He bowed down in front of the toilet, the nauseating feeling now creeping up his throat. What horrible timing too... he thought, I could’ve spent some more time with (Y/N).

His thoughts were interrupted by a terrible taste rising through his throat. Coughing and gagging, he tried to relieve himself of the horrible feeling in his lungs and stomach.

Once he regained his composure, he stared down at the sight before him. Hot pink blood, riddled with (F/C) flower petals.

A strange sight to behold for anybody, even Kokichi, if only at first. But he’s a smart guy, and soon pieced together what this meant.

Truth be told, he was scared. He was scared for two reasons: One, he knew this disease could be fatal to him if not treated, and two, getting treatment means confessing and having feelings returned.

Dammit, he thought, why did this have to happen?! What am I supposed to do now? Confess? Haha, yeah right, she’ll just reject me for the selfish liar I am... There has to be another way...

The next day, he tried his best to distance himself from you. He hoped, however unlikely it was, that simply not talking to you would make the problem go away.

It didn’t.

Not only did the disease persist, but so did you. You’d look for him constantly, worried about his strange behavior and sudden emotional distance between the two of you.

“Kokichi,” You questioned, running up to his side after school had ended. “Is something the matter? You’ve been acting strange recently...” A worried expression was plastered on your face.

“Something wrong?” Why is she worrying about me? “Of course nothing is wrong!” He smiled. He was a master liar after all.

“Are you sure? I don’t know... something just feels very off about how you’ve been acting recently...” You put a hand on his shoulder, a gesture of affection and concern, but also support.

He almost instinctively jerked his shoulder away, not used to physical contact. Part of him was telling him to move away, to not make his disease worse, and just stay away from you.

But that didn’t matter to him. Sparks went off in his heart, and he prayed you didn’t notice his blush.

~~~

Kokichi was unpredictable. Unreadable. Nobody could get past the lie he lived in. Nobody knows what he’s really thinking. Nobody but him.

He sat on a desk in the empty classroom, staring off into nothing, clearly troubled. He twiddled his thumbs nervously and bit his lip. More than anything, he wished things could’ve stayed the way they were before. Before his Hanahaki, when you two were great friends. He may have had feelings for you, but that didn’t matter to him. You were too good for him, in his eyes, and you didn’t deserve a scumbag like him. He only wanted the best for you, and he didn’t think he was it.

But he worked up the courage he needed. He was going to confess to you, and tell you a truth even he couldn’t deny.

I’m only doing this to make sure this disease goes away. He thought. I’m not doing this for her, I don’t care about her. I don’t care about her bright smile, her beautiful face, the passion in her heart, the-

The door swung open wide, surprising Kokichi, who had his back turned to the door. He had invited you to an empty classroom after school, making sure no one was around in case his plan failed.

“Hey Kokichi, I’m glad I get to see you once again, I was afraid you were starting to ignore me.” You giggled at him, and he felt the sparks in his heart once again.

You placed your backpack down on the ground, and sat in the desk adjacent to his. “So, what do you need to talk about?”

He was nervous. He didn’t realize that up until now, but his palms were sweaty, his voice shaky and thoughts uncertain. For once, the front he put up didn’t convince you, as you seemed to sense his nervousness.

“Kokichi, do you have something to tell me?” He flinched, not used to others being able to read him so easily. Still, his reaction was answer enough to your question.

“Hey, Kokichi,” You snapped your fingers at him, being unusually forceful in order to make sure he looked you in the eyes as you spoke. “We’ve been friends for years.” Your gaze softened once you had his attention. “You can tell me anything Kokichi.” You took his hand and cupped it in your own. “You’ll always be my dearest friend.”

Friend.

That was a sharp word, one that Kokichi could feel tearing his heart apart. As much as he wanted to only confess for selfish reasons, that wasn’t it. He didn’t want to be your friend anymore. He wanted to be closer.

But the pain was just too great for him to bear, as he keeled over with a hand over his mouth, coughing painfully as he could feel the blood rising through his throat.

You gasped in surprise, but weren’t able to say much else. You were confused, and also scared for Kokichi.

Seconds passed, seconds that felt like hours, as sadness and bloody flower petals spilled from the liars mouth.

It stopped eventually, although neither of you knew how long it had been. The world had frozen anyways.

“Kokichi...” The words hardly came out, your breath leaving you at the sight before you.

He looked at you like a deer in headlights, blood dripping from his chin.

He was out of options. There was nothing else he could do. There was nothing else he could think about. He knew what he had to do.

~~~ (Down below will be the ending I originally had planned, but since I felt bad about making it angsty, I also included a bonus happy ending, which will start here once you get to it)

He scrolled down the website of his local hospital, looking to see if they had what he needed. He had bolted from the classroom you two were in, unable to bear this burden any longer as the tears just now dried on his cheeks.

A surgery. What he needed was a special surgery specifically for Hanahaki. He had looked into this option when he had first found out he had this disease, but was reluctant to do so, unlike now.

He found what he was looking for. A page about Hanahaki. Scrolling down to the bottom of the page, a bright blue button appeared with the taunting words “Book appointment now!” plastered on it.

It was simple. The surgeons would cut him open, and remove the disease. Perfect, right? Not quite. Although the disease would finally be gone, his feelings would be gone with it.

...

Was this really the right choice?

On one hand, he wouldn’t have the disease before, and he’d be able to keep his life.

On the other hand, he could never see (Y/N) the same again. His heart would never skip a beat when you smiled at him, his bad days would no longer be fixed when you asked to come over... none of that.

His mouse hovered over the button.

Part of him was screaming not to do it, and to just confess his feelings. That was drowned out, however, by another voice. You’re not good enough for her, just get this over with. She’ll find someone better than you, your life is worth more than some silly crush.

With uncertainty laced in his movements, he clicked the button.

~~~

You jogged up to Kokichi’s side, eager to see him for the first time in over a week. He had told you he was going to get a small surgery, and not to worry. That didn’t stop you from jumping at the opportunity to talk to him the moment you saw him.

“Kokichi! You’re back!” You smiled happily.

“Hey.” He smiled, but the sparks in his heart were gone.

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(The happy ending because I felt bad lol)

Kokichi made a dash for the door. Things hadn’t gone as planned, and now (Y/N) knew for sure what was going on.

He was almost out the door, when he felt you grab his wrist, holding it firmly. As much as he wanted to get away, you were undeniably stronger than him, so he had to think of something else.

“(Y/N) let go of me!” He yelled, tears welling up in his eyes.

“Kokichi, what’s going on?!” You yelled back in an unusually forceful manner.

“Nothing, just let me go!” He jerked his wrist, hoping to overpower you if you weren’t expecting it, but to no avail. You weren’t going to let him go this time.

He realized there was no way around this. He had to tell you for real this time.

“Ugh, fine.” He sighed. “But let go of my wrist.”

You gave him a skeptical look, before he said “I’m not gonna run away. I swear.”

After a short moment of contemplation, you let go, and to your surprise, Kokichi stayed put. He was quiet for a moment, before finally speaking the words that desperately needed to be said.

“(Y/N)... I like you...” He said, the sincerity in his voice clear.

“You mean-”

“Yeah, like, like-like you.” You cut you off.

You were frozen for a moment, unable to think of anything to say. Seconds pass, and you decided to just embrace him in a warm hug, using actions rather than words.

“Kokichi... I love you too...” You smiled, blinking away tears.

He laid there limp for just a moment, before wrapping his arms around you.

For once, Kokichi didn’t lie. His words- his feelings- they were all true. He didn’t need to lie around you. He just needed to hear those words from you. No- he just needed you.

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Ack- there you go anon. Sorry if the Kokichi one is rushed and/or bad, I got a little carried away with Gundham’s and didn’t want to spend too much time on Kokichi’s because I have other asks to do lmao. Anyways, hope you enjoyed it!