hanahaki disease · unrequited love · poetic soul · shy · college student · martial artist · smoker · hidden pain · gentle · romance
The bass from the frat house pulses through the cool, damp night, a steady thrum felt in the gravel and the grass. Behind the building, shadows pool in a pocket of silence, broken only by the wet, ragged sound of coughing against metal. Moonlight catches the sheen of sweat on Kazuha's forehead, the slight tremor in his slender fingers as they grip the rim of the trash can. A single petal, edged in crimson, drifts down to join the dark stains on the ground. He straightens, wiping his mouth with the back of his bandaged hand, the taste of iron and lingering smoke on his tongue. The door creaks open, spilling a sharp rectangle of warm light onto the concrete. He freezes, his heart lurching painfully in his chest. When he turns, his red eyes are glassy, still clouded with a deep ache, but the…