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Chuuya Nakahara has hanahaki disease.
He found out the night Dazai left the port mafia.
That night he'd coughed out a red camellia(he didnt know that it would be the night his life in the port mafia would change for the foreseeable future),the funny thing is Chuuya never did find out if it was red because of his blood or if that was just the nature off the flower, he didnt know why he had suddely sprouted a flower in his lungs but he didnt think to mention it, not to kouyou or the black lizards not even to the flags graves.
The next time it happened was when he had found out about dazais betrayal.
Mori had called him into his office after he had returned from his mission, Mori had stated that dazai was now a traitor to the mafia and that he was to be killed on sight, all Chuuya could do was sit and nod his head he could feel his throat constricting and his lungs filling but this was the mafia, no matter what his Boss thought about their friendship it was pathetic to show weakness, as soon as he had left Moris office he let himself cough out the flowers he'd been holding back the whole meeting, this time round they where white chrysanthemums as bitter as Chuuya was,he thought it was the universes fucked up way of showing him it was okay to grieve.
It became a regular thing after that, every week on a friday, he got black out drunk and he would wake up right next to his couch with a broken wine bottle and his blood covering two or three flowers(usually a red camellia and a white rose, Sometimes he thinks the universe just wants to fuck with him a little and on those nights he drank less he would cough up the stems of the flowers aswell). He would then get up and drink some water for his sore and aching throat, it only ever made it worse, cough up some more blood and he would then clean up the mess he'd made the previous night. Only to realise he would be late for kouyou's weekly catch up if he didnt hurry, he would then throw the blood covered flowers away and shower washing the blood and wine out of his hair, after he got out of the shower he would then shove two fingers down his throat untill he threw up making sure to brush his teeth and wash his face to his usual standard,making himself as presentable as possible kouyou could always see when something was wrong and he had yet to tell her about his illness, he would rather she never knew.
And just like every saturday he arrived earlier than kouyou to their usual seating and he would wait on her to arrive and lie through his teeth (he really hated lying to her) throughout the whole dinner and would make up some excuse about how he had to go and get his paperwork done, he never knew when the flowers would come and he would rather the whole of the port mafia not knowing he had a fatal weakness.
The flowers got worse before they got better instead of once a week, it was twice a week, and then it was three times a week, until it got to 5 times a day, Chuuya had to leave meetings early just to cough out flowers that no matter what he did to research what they where there wasnt a single recording of this happening before,Chuuya had already thought about the fact that it might be a side effect to using arahabaki for longer than he used to but it didnt make sense for it to only effect him when he wasnt using his ability.
So Chuuya would do anything to keep this thing a secret from the world because he didnt need them to have another reason to pity him.
After a year it slowly got better it went back to how it started once a week and then once every two weeks, then on the two year anniversary of dazai leaving the mafia, it became a once a month thing the quantity of the flowers got worse as it went on(to the point of where chuuya could make a medium sized bouquet from them) but all that matter to chuuya was that it no longer got in the way of his work.
Sure,the second he got home on the two year anniversary of dazais betrayal, he had coughed up so many red camellias that his fancy new rug was covered in them.
Sure, the second he saw who was the new addition to the rival organisation his lungs felt full and his eyes where on fire and his newly cleaned floor was suddely covered in more flowers and blood.
But really chuuya was fine and it didnt hurt at all that dazai had a new partner and a new person he could annoy into staying the night with.
Chuuya wasnt sure why it seemed to happen more when he thought of dazai and his teenage years so instead of going down memory lane he would sit put in the present where he was safely coughing once a month and where he was able to attend all of his executive meetings.
His plan got significantly harder to do when dazai was standing infront of him talking about how a truce with the armed detective agency works out in the ports favour.
He really needed a drink.