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Hanahaki disease was only made real by a quirk. No one could figure out which one, but it caused hundreds of fictional diseases to become, well, real.
It was platonic and romantic. That was the two types you could get. Everyone was scrambling until they figured out a cure. Nowadays, it isn’t a big shock. Puppy love doesn’t count, so kids don’t get it.
Teenagers hardly get it, they are just getting into emotional depths, and mostly go towards emotions that don’t center… love.
*cough*
Anyways, the emotions usually aren’t enough to kill people as people don’t truly love, until they are actually in a relationship.
I had never heard about one of my cases. This began long before my Injury, and it will continue until I die. It’s hilarious.
I have lived for society. I have lived to save, and to serve them. It isn’t unusual that I would grow to love people as a whole. That I would fall in love with the girl on the corner's smile. That my eyes soften when I hear the laughter of children, that I can’t help but smile when I see a happy couple.
It is ironic that the thing’s keeping me alive are slowly killing me. It thrives and shrinks, I can feel the flowers bloom whenever I see a child present their mom with a flower. The roots grow at every kind or purely human action I see.
The only reason I haven’t died, is because the very people that make them bloom, tear them out. Every single time I see a horrible action, or see people bullying each other.
I stay sick with every good person I fight to protect, but am better whenever I see and remember that humans can be and are terrible, terrible things. I don’t know what I would classify it as. I know everyone else would put it under platonic, or be too worried about dying. This doesn’t upset or startle me, ever since I realized that I wanted to be a hero, I knew that I would die for the people.
…I just didn’t think it would be this way.
The flowers are so diverse. They are quite beautiful. I mostly get ones that remind me most of the people I interact with. The guy that holds open a door for me, the kid that smiles at me as I walk by, the woman who laughs as I tell her a passing joke…
Innocence, purity, despair, love…
The good and bad emotions spill out of me with every word I hear. With every breath that anyone around me takes.
It’s worse if I stay around anyone in particular. It’s why I am always moving. Why I keep the bare minimum with me. Why I don’t say hi to new neighbors.
To save me from dying until the very last moment.
That hasn’t worked recently because I am now a teacher. I am now around so many well meaning people… It is acting up even more. I can feel the roots digging into what remains of my lungs. With every cough, there is an entire flower.
It doesn’t matter whether the cough is from my Injury or the Hanahaki… I am dying, and I have to evade Recovery Girl so that she doesn’t find out.
If she learned about how long I have had it, and hid it… She would have my head. Well, I guess I know who to give that to in the will, am I right?
There is now a particular set of flowers that I throw up each day. I meticulously clean them, and they are now hanging decorating my dorm room. One for my kid, my son in everything but blood, Izuku, and at least one for each of the staff. I have them color coordinated in my room, at least the friend groups can still stay together.
Amongst all of the ones I get from random people. Should I call them random people? They have affected my very life, I feel like I should be closer with all of them…
This is the largest the flowers have ever been. I have tried to look up villains and their ideologies, but all I ended up doing was sympathizing with their pasts and feeling for them.
Maybe it isn’t the people, maybe I have a problem with loving each and every piece of everyone I meet and see.
It’s my fault that every time I see Aizawa’s scars on his face or hands I feel the urge to puke up a bouquet of Antirrhinum. It’s my fault that every single time I see one of the teachers speak to a child with that look on their faces, I can feel the roots dig into my soul.
I am wasting away with every good deed I see anyone perform. Everything just makes me fall more and more in love with humanity. I wish I could be immortal, if only to see everyone live and be in their own worlds.
To be a part of someone’s life, even if it is just a stranger in the park.
I can’t even be upset that the commission used me, that the commission took my image and twisted it until every villain that ever was, was afraid of me, I can’t be too angry whenever I learn that Endeavour had abused his kids. All I can do is smile in agony.
Because it is so purely them. Of course they did that! That is THEM. Every action anyone takes is so purely them, the personality and level of effort put into anything… I can’t look at anything man made without feeling the everpresent sharp sensation against my ribs.
The roots are literally growing out of me, I can’t stop myself from putting clothes over them. The smush of the plants against me makes me uncomfortable… Not because it feels it, but because I am ruining the literal embodiment of my love for humanity.
The exhaustion is catching up to me, I have to put concealer under my eyes to keep everyone from worrying.
I have to wear an overcoat to keep the plants from showing, they have grown out of my body too much. I can barely breathe… I shouldn’t worry the kids. I get up, get dressed, and get ready for the roots to grow more as I see each and every person in this school.
They aren’t just coming through my chest anymore, they are now coming through my stomach area, my throat, and my arms. I have to thank my past self for my love of turtlenecks.
It has gotten to be too much, it is too noticeable. I shouldn’t have taken this job. Everyday I get up and see kids who are training to be literal heroes, to help everyone the best that they can…
Even thinking about them makes the plant grow…
I have everything in order… I already wrote notes to everyone.
All I need to do is relax and watch as so many flowers bloom from me. As I watch every single deed I have done for the world shoot through and kill any remaining hope I had for living. So many flowers, so many descriptions, I can see the flowers that are for specific people.
I lose consciousness, watching as my loved ones finally use up my body for all it is truly worth.
They took my years, my quirk, and now… my life.
Let it be known, everyone is a mess whenever they find a kindhearted man known as Yagi Toshinori, All Might, dead. Whenever they found him, he was ¾ flower. They read his letters, they read every single one.
And, with his death, a third king of Hanakai was discovered. Environmental, or rather, the love of the pure essence of humanity, it is rarer than platonic, and whoever gets it, is supposedly hailed as a saint.
However, ever since the death of All Might, no one has had it. We can’t judge purely on him, who could even hold up against the greatest man to ever live, the only man to love humanity as a whole.