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(Name) nudges the door open with her foot and slips into the room before the door could slam in her face. The box full of pool buoys and other pool equipment was heavy, but she manages it on her own. It was the least she could do while everyone else was busying cleaning up around the pool.
Bending down, she starts to put away the box when something red slowly flutters to the ground. (Name) freezes, confused by the thing as it gradually makes its way to the club room floor until she realizes what it is. A velvety, a red chrysanthemum petal. One that fell from her lips and onto the floor.
(Name) quickly stands up stands up straight and looks at the door. She’s alone in the club room floor and doesn’t know what to do, so she quickly kicks the petal under one of the shelves and silently hopes that it was a onetime thing.
It wasn’t.
The first time she sees him, (Name) is sitting by herself against the wall when she hears shouts. Frowning, she gets up and peeks around the wall to see a dark haired boy, already half naked with his shirt and jacket strewn across the grass and an olive haired boy holding him back. The way the olive haired boy is yelling makes (Name)’s brows furrow a little deeper, until she realizes he’s only trying to keep the dark haired boy from jumping into the pool.
Later, she finds that both boys are in two of her afternoon classes. Even worse, when the teacher comes into the classroom, they immediately order everyone to pair up. (Name) watches as everyone but she is paired, leaving the teacher no choice but to have to pair her up with another group.
(Name) learns both boys are named Nanase Haruka and Tachibana Makoto that day.
It’s the middle of class when she sees the second petal. She coughs to get rid of the phlegm in her throat, but when she opens her hand, a petal is there against her palm. (Name)’s head immediately shoots up and she scans the room in fear that someone has seen what had happened, but her classmates all have their heads down. The teacher at the front of the classroom continues to drone on from their textbook and the students continue to write down whatever the teachers says.
There's an almost palpable rush of relief when she realizes that she's safe. No one had seen the petal and no one has realized what happened. She's safe and it's alright. (Name) has barely picked up her pencil when another cough catches her off guard. Another petal floats to the surface of her desk and time seems to slow down. She can feel the urge to cough coming back again and knows more petals are going to come out of her mouth so she stands and rushes out of the door without a word to anyone. She barely makes it in time to the toilet before she vomits more petals.
This time they’re tinted white.
Honestly, (Name) wasn’t sure how she was wrangled into helping with the swim club. She’d only wanted to ask Makoto a question about their homework when Gou had somehow managed to convince her into promising to visit their club. (Name) had been all but dragged by the red headed girl and then forced to stay by the blond boy with another promise to help out for the day. Eventually that turned into helping for the rest of the season.
Gou was overexcited at the idea of another girl helping her with the boys. While she focused the actual training regime, (Name) was left to take care of the snacks.
That was the day (Name) learned that Haruka really liked mackerel.
(Name) thinks she’s managed to control it. She’s not really sure about the why, but she’s been good at identifying potential triggers. She still vomits petals at least twice a day, but it’s no longer the constant vomiting. By now her teachers have been informed of her ailment and allow (Name) to leave as she needs, but their pitying looks when she raises her hand while looking panicked are more than she can bear.
Her classmates whisper about it, but there’s only rumors that reach her ears. It’s never coherent, but mostly snatches of phrases as she walks past. (Name) does her best to ignore it.
It’s only when Gou invites her to help her with the swim club does (Name) realize why she’s been vomiting petals.
She watches the boy who doesn’t even look her way for more than a passing glance before he’s in the water. His back ripples with each stroke and he looks utterly beautiful as he cuts through the water.
(Name)’s stomach lurches at the sight and she barely has enough time to make it to the bathroom.
She refuses to help Gou ever again.
She runs into the bathroom when a wave of nausea hits her and grips the metal toilet as she violently coughs up red stained petals.
Tears stream down her face as she heaves and the petals never seem to stop.
It’s barely a minute after she rushed into the bathroom that there’s a light knocking on the stall door, followed by a worried voice she knew all too well.
“(Name), are you alright?”
She tries her best to control her breathing and force her voice into something convincing, but when she speaks, she knows how pathetic her voice sounds.
“I’m fine! It’s probably just something bad I ate for lunch. Go back to practice I’m sure the coach is waiting for you.”
Makoto lingers a bit, almost like he wants to say something more, like he knows she’s lying, but says nothing instead. She hears him sigh before she hears the sound of his footsteps as he leaves.
She vomits several more times before wiping her mouth and flushing the yellow petals down the toilet.
“Here.”
A hand holding a damp rag appeared in her line of vision. (Name) did her best to ignore it and the person crouching beside her, but there was no strength in her body to resist when the hand’s owner bent down and pushed her away from the toilet. She kept her eyes closed as the person wiped her face gently, brushed back her hair to keep it clean and let them carry her to the bed.
She didn’t want to see him.
She didn’t want to acknowledge him.
It just made the pain in her chest hurt even worse. Even as he settled her into the bed, taking the time and care to tuck the sheets around her before sitting back down on the chair next to her bed, she ignored him.
Haruka didn’t speak much while he was there. Not that (Name) would have responded. Instead, he mostly sat and waited, sometimes doing homework or reading. He attended to (Name)’s every need when he could and when he couldn’t, he stayed anyway.
It infuriated her to see the dark haired boy with the beautiful blue eyes every day she was locked away in the hospital. She hated seeing him as he entered the room in the early hours of the morning, one of the very firsts to come through during visiting hours, and help the nurse with her care. After a while he’d leave and go to class, only to return when classes were over with her homework and assignments.
She hated it.
She hated him.
(Name) clenches her fists and curls further into herself. It was because of him she was here in the first place.
"Does it hurt?"
His soft voice was enough to startle her out of her thoughts. Up until that moment there had been only the quiet beeping and humming of the machines monitoring her breathing, her heart and whatever else the doctors and nurses had hooked her up to. Now she was hyper aware of the boy turned to her, awaiting her response.
(Name) refuses to turn around and acknowledge him, but at this point, he was used to it. When had she ever responded to him during this whole fiasco? She wondered if it hurt him, but the thought wasn’t enough to pursue so she pushed it aside like everything else.
"You should have said something sooner." The pause in his words is almost too tragic for (Name)'s heart to take. "This didn't have to happen."
Did Haruka honestly think it was that easy? Like she could snap her fingers and she was in love with someone? If that was true, then they wouldn’t hospital wards dedicated to the bloodied and ruined insides of those vomiting up flowers. There wouldn’t be hundreds, thousands suffering from unrequited love. It would all be resolved with a quick confession, a heart pounding, lip melting, feet swept out from under you kiss. You know, like the movies all portrayed.
(Name) lets the silence linger until it feels unbearable. She hears Haruka sigh before getting up and shuffling out of the room. Through the blinds of her room, she could see his shadow as he speaks to the nurse. The nurse raises a hand and pats his shoulder, then lets him leave. When she comes back into the room to check the monitors and IV drips, it’s with a soft smile.
“He really seems to care about you, you know.” The nurse removes the IV bag from the holder, replacing it with a new one. A pill is removed from the package, handed to her and followed by a cup of water. “He just wants to help.”
“I don’t want his pity.”
The nurse doesn’t say anything. Instead she waits until (Name) has stopped coughing up petals to wish her good night and to call for her if needed. (Name) doesn’t even notice how she hides the ambrosia petals from her sight and tells herself to fall asleep.
The house is clean.
(Name) is surprised as she walks through the door. The trash has been taken out, the plants watered and everything dusted, wiped down and vacuumed. It seems clean and fresh instead of the mustiness she was expecting.
Haruka leads (Name) to the couch and lays her down carefully on the cushions. A blanket is settled over her and a pillow placed between the couch and her head. He makes sure she’s alright before he disappears. A few seconds later, (Name) hears the sound of pots and pans banging around and soon smells food coming from the kitchen. It seems like he’s gone for only a few minutes, but next thing she knows, he’s shaking her awake and presenting (Name) with a bowl of homemade ramen.
She eats slowly and watches him as he eats his own bowl until both of you finish and she’s being led to the bathroom. She supposes she should be embarrassed as he undresses and washes her. But she’s far too numb to really care. Besides, it’s more clinical and almost childish the way he’s handling her to warrant any embarrassment.
In no time, (Name) is bundled in her pajamas and in tucked away into her bed.
"Does it hurt?"
She remembered when he’d asked that again. She still hadn’t responded and ignored him, even when he’d helped her eat, sleep, breathe. Now, with him locking the doors, making sure the windows were properly shut and then, changing into his own sleepwear, (Name) was amazed at how this boy continued to stay by her side. How he managed those long weeks of her screams of blood, sweat and tears, she didn’t know. But, with the medication and being at home, her illness had gotten much better.
For the first time in a long time, (Name) allowed herself to appreciate the sight of Nanase Haruka pulling off his shirt, kicking off his jeans to stand before her in only boxers. She let herself enjoy the lines of his abs, the well-defined muscles of his arms and legs until he slipped a soft t-shirt over his head. For once, appreciating the dark haired, blue eyed boy didn’t hurt her chest or cause her to irrationally vomit flower petals.
Haruka starts to speak, amusement and confusion in his eyes when instead, a flower fell from his lips. Both of you freeze as the flower falls to the floor. It feels like time is flowing much more slowly than normal. When the flower finally touches the floor, Haruka picks it up and frowns deeply. Thrusting out his hand, (Name) looks at the flower and gasps.
A single, pale blue forget-me-knot.
Bending down, she starts to put away the box when something red slowly flutters to the ground. (Name) freezes, confused by the thing as it gradually makes its way to the club room floor until she realizes what it is. A velvety, a red chrysanthemum petal. One that fell from her lips and onto the floor.
(Name) quickly stands up stands up straight and looks at the door. She’s alone in the club room floor and doesn’t know what to do, so she quickly kicks the petal under one of the shelves and silently hopes that it was a onetime thing.
It wasn’t.
The first time she sees him, (Name) is sitting by herself against the wall when she hears shouts. Frowning, she gets up and peeks around the wall to see a dark haired boy, already half naked with his shirt and jacket strewn across the grass and an olive haired boy holding him back. The way the olive haired boy is yelling makes (Name)’s brows furrow a little deeper, until she realizes he’s only trying to keep the dark haired boy from jumping into the pool.
Later, she finds that both boys are in two of her afternoon classes. Even worse, when the teacher comes into the classroom, they immediately order everyone to pair up. (Name) watches as everyone but she is paired, leaving the teacher no choice but to have to pair her up with another group.
(Name) learns both boys are named Nanase Haruka and Tachibana Makoto that day.
It’s the middle of class when she sees the second petal. She coughs to get rid of the phlegm in her throat, but when she opens her hand, a petal is there against her palm. (Name)’s head immediately shoots up and she scans the room in fear that someone has seen what had happened, but her classmates all have their heads down. The teacher at the front of the classroom continues to drone on from their textbook and the students continue to write down whatever the teachers says.
There's an almost palpable rush of relief when she realizes that she's safe. No one had seen the petal and no one has realized what happened. She's safe and it's alright. (Name) has barely picked up her pencil when another cough catches her off guard. Another petal floats to the surface of her desk and time seems to slow down. She can feel the urge to cough coming back again and knows more petals are going to come out of her mouth so she stands and rushes out of the door without a word to anyone. She barely makes it in time to the toilet before she vomits more petals.
This time they’re tinted white.
Honestly, (Name) wasn’t sure how she was wrangled into helping with the swim club. She’d only wanted to ask Makoto a question about their homework when Gou had somehow managed to convince her into promising to visit their club. (Name) had been all but dragged by the red headed girl and then forced to stay by the blond boy with another promise to help out for the day. Eventually that turned into helping for the rest of the season.
Gou was overexcited at the idea of another girl helping her with the boys. While she focused the actual training regime, (Name) was left to take care of the snacks.
That was the day (Name) learned that Haruka really liked mackerel.
(Name) thinks she’s managed to control it. She’s not really sure about the why, but she’s been good at identifying potential triggers. She still vomits petals at least twice a day, but it’s no longer the constant vomiting. By now her teachers have been informed of her ailment and allow (Name) to leave as she needs, but their pitying looks when she raises her hand while looking panicked are more than she can bear.
Her classmates whisper about it, but there’s only rumors that reach her ears. It’s never coherent, but mostly snatches of phrases as she walks past. (Name) does her best to ignore it.
It’s only when Gou invites her to help her with the swim club does (Name) realize why she’s been vomiting petals.
She watches the boy who doesn’t even look her way for more than a passing glance before he’s in the water. His back ripples with each stroke and he looks utterly beautiful as he cuts through the water.
(Name)’s stomach lurches at the sight and she barely has enough time to make it to the bathroom.
She refuses to help Gou ever again.
She runs into the bathroom when a wave of nausea hits her and grips the metal toilet as she violently coughs up red stained petals.
Tears stream down her face as she heaves and the petals never seem to stop.
It’s barely a minute after she rushed into the bathroom that there’s a light knocking on the stall door, followed by a worried voice she knew all too well.
“(Name), are you alright?”
She tries her best to control her breathing and force her voice into something convincing, but when she speaks, she knows how pathetic her voice sounds.
“I’m fine! It’s probably just something bad I ate for lunch. Go back to practice I’m sure the coach is waiting for you.”
Makoto lingers a bit, almost like he wants to say something more, like he knows she’s lying, but says nothing instead. She hears him sigh before she hears the sound of his footsteps as he leaves.
She vomits several more times before wiping her mouth and flushing the yellow petals down the toilet.
“Here.”
A hand holding a damp rag appeared in her line of vision. (Name) did her best to ignore it and the person crouching beside her, but there was no strength in her body to resist when the hand’s owner bent down and pushed her away from the toilet. She kept her eyes closed as the person wiped her face gently, brushed back her hair to keep it clean and let them carry her to the bed.
She didn’t want to see him.
She didn’t want to acknowledge him.
It just made the pain in her chest hurt even worse. Even as he settled her into the bed, taking the time and care to tuck the sheets around her before sitting back down on the chair next to her bed, she ignored him.
Haruka didn’t speak much while he was there. Not that (Name) would have responded. Instead, he mostly sat and waited, sometimes doing homework or reading. He attended to (Name)’s every need when he could and when he couldn’t, he stayed anyway.
It infuriated her to see the dark haired boy with the beautiful blue eyes every day she was locked away in the hospital. She hated seeing him as he entered the room in the early hours of the morning, one of the very firsts to come through during visiting hours, and help the nurse with her care. After a while he’d leave and go to class, only to return when classes were over with her homework and assignments.
She hated it.
She hated him.
(Name) clenches her fists and curls further into herself. It was because of him she was here in the first place.
"Does it hurt?"
His soft voice was enough to startle her out of her thoughts. Up until that moment there had been only the quiet beeping and humming of the machines monitoring her breathing, her heart and whatever else the doctors and nurses had hooked her up to. Now she was hyper aware of the boy turned to her, awaiting her response.
(Name) refuses to turn around and acknowledge him, but at this point, he was used to it. When had she ever responded to him during this whole fiasco? She wondered if it hurt him, but the thought wasn’t enough to pursue so she pushed it aside like everything else.
"You should have said something sooner." The pause in his words is almost too tragic for (Name)'s heart to take. "This didn't have to happen."
Did Haruka honestly think it was that easy? Like she could snap her fingers and she was in love with someone? If that was true, then they wouldn’t hospital wards dedicated to the bloodied and ruined insides of those vomiting up flowers. There wouldn’t be hundreds, thousands suffering from unrequited love. It would all be resolved with a quick confession, a heart pounding, lip melting, feet swept out from under you kiss. You know, like the movies all portrayed.
(Name) lets the silence linger until it feels unbearable. She hears Haruka sigh before getting up and shuffling out of the room. Through the blinds of her room, she could see his shadow as he speaks to the nurse. The nurse raises a hand and pats his shoulder, then lets him leave. When she comes back into the room to check the monitors and IV drips, it’s with a soft smile.
“He really seems to care about you, you know.” The nurse removes the IV bag from the holder, replacing it with a new one. A pill is removed from the package, handed to her and followed by a cup of water. “He just wants to help.”
“I don’t want his pity.”
The nurse doesn’t say anything. Instead she waits until (Name) has stopped coughing up petals to wish her good night and to call for her if needed. (Name) doesn’t even notice how she hides the ambrosia petals from her sight and tells herself to fall asleep.
The house is clean.
(Name) is surprised as she walks through the door. The trash has been taken out, the plants watered and everything dusted, wiped down and vacuumed. It seems clean and fresh instead of the mustiness she was expecting.
Haruka leads (Name) to the couch and lays her down carefully on the cushions. A blanket is settled over her and a pillow placed between the couch and her head. He makes sure she’s alright before he disappears. A few seconds later, (Name) hears the sound of pots and pans banging around and soon smells food coming from the kitchen. It seems like he’s gone for only a few minutes, but next thing she knows, he’s shaking her awake and presenting (Name) with a bowl of homemade ramen.
She eats slowly and watches him as he eats his own bowl until both of you finish and she’s being led to the bathroom. She supposes she should be embarrassed as he undresses and washes her. But she’s far too numb to really care. Besides, it’s more clinical and almost childish the way he’s handling her to warrant any embarrassment.
In no time, (Name) is bundled in her pajamas and in tucked away into her bed.
"Does it hurt?"
She remembered when he’d asked that again. She still hadn’t responded and ignored him, even when he’d helped her eat, sleep, breathe. Now, with him locking the doors, making sure the windows were properly shut and then, changing into his own sleepwear, (Name) was amazed at how this boy continued to stay by her side. How he managed those long weeks of her screams of blood, sweat and tears, she didn’t know. But, with the medication and being at home, her illness had gotten much better.
For the first time in a long time, (Name) allowed herself to appreciate the sight of Nanase Haruka pulling off his shirt, kicking off his jeans to stand before her in only boxers. She let herself enjoy the lines of his abs, the well-defined muscles of his arms and legs until he slipped a soft t-shirt over his head. For once, appreciating the dark haired, blue eyed boy didn’t hurt her chest or cause her to irrationally vomit flower petals.
Haruka starts to speak, amusement and confusion in his eyes when instead, a flower fell from his lips. Both of you freeze as the flower falls to the floor. It feels like time is flowing much more slowly than normal. When the flower finally touches the floor, Haruka picks it up and frowns deeply. Thrusting out his hand, (Name) looks at the flower and gasps.
A single, pale blue forget-me-knot.
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Still || Haruka Nanase x Reader
Tacenda (n.) things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence
The swimmer kept to himself for the last few days. He didn't ask for anyone's advice, nor did he ask for anyone's company. He just secluded himself in his own home, and in his own bathroom. His friends didn't ask why, even if they all wanted to know. The quiet male was even more quiet than usual, and it worried his closest friend.
Makoto decided to go to his friend's house to check on him. He was worried since he didn't come out of his house for a while, and even though he was used to it, he still got worried. He pressed the doorbell outside and waited for Haruka
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Haruka x Reader Taking a Break
Ever since the day she had helped the little blue eyed boy, she could never leave his side. She had always protected him from bullies. Even in second grade, she was taking punches for the shy little boy, making sure no harm came to him. At first little Haruka Nanase was a little shell of emptiness. Nothing would reach him. Until the day Haruka seen little (F/n) (L/n) getting beat up.
He had watched her smile and greet the teacher, but once the teacher left, two bullies had pushed her down onto the dirty floor, having her scrape her knee. She had taken worse punches for Haruka, true, but this was the first time getting bullied for no reason.
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Haruka Nanase x reader
Haruka Nanase x reader
You and Haruka have known each other forever. You two meet at the swim club when you were younger. You both only swim freestyle which that’s how you two meet then became really good friends. You were introduced to Nagisa and Makoto too and became friends with them also. Your name is _________ Fallo. We both love to swim.
Now that we are older we graduated from the same class and the same grade _________ and Haruka of course. I guess 2 years later because Nagisa graduated a year after us. Well _________ and Haru
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This is my entry for nebulawanderer's contest. You should guys should totally check it out and participate!
The song that kind of inspired the idea was this one and this one .
Red chrysanthemum - I Love
Gardenia - You're Lovely: Secret Love
The song that kind of inspired the idea was this one and this one .
Red chrysanthemum - I Love
Gardenia - You're Lovely: Secret Love
Daffodil - Unrequited Love; You're the Only One
Ambrosia - Your Love is Reciprocated
Forget-me-knot - True Love
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Holy heck....I didn't understand at first what was happening, and when Haru had a petal fall from him I thought oh shit...and then I read the comments and the meanings and I was like, shew.