#mkay my last reblob gave me life

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fyozai hanahaki au where both of them unexpectedly catch feelings occasional flower vomiting at the same time but both are so blissfully unaware and in denial that at first theyre sincerely convinced that it’s some kind of a rotavirus gastroenteritis because the thought of falling for someone (let alone for each other) doesn’t even cross their mind;;...,,,. but little do they now that it’s just the beginning of their mutual journey to a nervous breakdown happily ever after

featuring a lot of

— “no it can’t be him”s

— “oh my god it’s him”s

— “that’s it, i am going to die”s

— denial. more denial. hell ton of it.

— where is my mind.mp3

— indignation, resentment, rage

— “technically i knew he’d be capable of being the death of me but.........not like that”s

— “like fuck am i going to let his idiot flowers lull me into a grave”s

— “what if i kill him first?? would that be enough to get rid of this...thing????”s

— “okay i’m going to kill him i don’t care if i die afterwards i absolutely have to avenge my heart”s

— “i mean the audacity?? of this asshole to make me like him seemingly enough to not be able to lead a life without reciprocated feelings??? gross”s

— weeks of violent confrontation

— a truly fyozai-esque series of murder attempts (mostly from fedya’s side — dazai resigns much quicker); all failed miserably

— reluctant longing

— “oh great, apparently i had done something that pissed him off and now his homicidal tendencies towards me are getting intensified”s

— overthinking

— pining; yearning even

— that “you look like shit” / “so do you” moment during yet another couple bonding activity murder attempt

— dazai can’t help but notice the tension in fyodor’s posture, as if he’s holding back a cough; and then there’s that thin track of blood in the corner of his pale lips

— fedya sees the way dazai’s chest is trembling and his adam’s apple is shaking; he stares at the bandages on dazai’s right hand that are familiarly crimson red over his palm and outer wrist

— begrudging affection.

— “he’s still beautiful”s

— “wait where the fuck did that come from..oh nvm i’m screwed”s

— rather picturesque mutual horror written all over their faces

— horror and disgust

— “well at least i shouldn’t be dying anymore...right?

how am i supposed to heal by the way?? it’s not gonna magically disappear is it; or do i have to vomit the rest too

i hope i don’t, feels like there’s a lot

oh wow he likes me too”s

and followed by

— “i see” / “inch resting”

— “that won’t change anything, understood?” / “that won’t change shit”

— “you’re still tedious” / “i still hope you choke”

— “tell anybody and i’ll make you wish you were dead” / “don’t worry your rat majesty, no one’s gonna believe me anyway”

— “good” / “fine”

— intense staring contest

— pathetic attempts to ignore that disgusting warmth caged up in the middle of their ribs

— “see you around rat” / “until next time you wretch”

— “as a date?”

— fyodor’s smile could light up yokohama after dark

— “you wish”