( open ) dear moonlight

[obsessiveness]

Who: izumi and you
What: overgrowth aka worst valentines event ever smh
Where: all around the void
When: rest of the month
Content Warnings: emetophobia, overall gross feelings and mentions of death. will update when necessary.




[ prompts will be on toplevels below. feel free to PM me or PP me at romanticizes if you want something more specialized. ]

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flowers

[obsessiveness]

[ but then it gets worse. the first few petals of white gardenias were one thing, but over the course of a few days izumi gets assaulted with a couple new breeds of flowers, and it feels as though his lungs are being clenched with rose thorns - and he knows it's from roses because he'd hacked up a couple of red petals from the eponymous flower lately.

he stays put in the apartment, of course, claiming that he's fine and that his cold had just gotten worse. he cannot in good conscience tell leo about the flowers even though it's getting hard to hide the splotches of blood from his clothing every time he gets a coughing fit - and that might be one of the reasons why it's becoming more difficult to breathe lately.

so one day, he decides to tell him. he isn't sure what to tell him, but it's a start, and izumi's all-too aware that it's always his own fault why things like this keep happening to him. leo's out and about by the time it dawns on izumi, so izumi bundles up and leaves the apartment to look for him, as he always does. he'd check into various places like heavenly blanc, lemon cello, and even the beach for any sign of him, but he doesn't stay in one place for too long, not wanting to waste any time -- though he will stop and catch his breath when someone calls for him.

his one last hope was the warped version of school, and he'd remembered just now that there's a leyline flowing by the fountain. he'd put the entire mental network on mute for his own sanity, but he might lose it at any moment, so he taps into the network with a broken-sounding: ]

Leo...-kun...

[ before passing out.

except not really, but izumi will be found slumped over at the fountain, taking deep labored breaths with one hand in the cold water to keep himself awake. ]

[bachagain]

[ functional. leo's also hidden the cough, blood and petals; first behind hands and sheets of paper, and then beneath convenient wandering. concerns about izumi's condition come in short questions that are put forth, dismissed, and not pushed further -- partly because leo trusts it's not much when izumi says so, partly because that's what leo wants it to be.

it's not, obviously. leo knows when he hears the familiar voice through the leylines he used for curious amusement and later for necessary distractions. when he struggles through his labored breathing to finally find izumi, similarly ill but also worse, after leo moves through the locations he remembers. when he finally settles down beside his friend, breathless.

they're a mess. a mess of petals and unsaid bullshit. even now, leo's attempting to keep the sheer panic muted.

well. at least they're suffering through this shit together. ]

Sena -- hey, Sena. You're gonna call and then fall asleep?

[ no.

it's nothing close to the things leo wants to say, but it helps to suppress the uglier things clawing in his chest, not agains squeezing worse than the flowers. the coughs are pushed down too -- more audible in the slightly stressed syllables of his words than they have been the past few days.

he's terrified, really. not for his own state, but it's... fine.

(okay, it's not.) ]

[obsessiveness]

[ in any other situation, he would've berated the shit out of leo for being late, like they're back in yumenosaki again and tsukasa had dragged him to practice like some shitty stray cat. but leo doesn't even get a whiny sooo annoying. instead it's just izumi looking even more pathetic than ever, his bright blue eyes the only alive-looking thing around here as they rove up to leo's face.

ah, his face. izumi's hand slowly reaches up for it, only to limply fall on his side. ]

About... fucking time you showed up.

[ just let him have a word in ok

but he winces, not just at the various plantlife poking inside him, but at his voice quality. it's scratchy, tired, ugly, and it makes him remember all the silly jabs leo used to make when he was still new to the industry.

he hates this. he wants to cry, and maybe he'll let just one (1) tear fall from his eyes. if he starts sobbing hardcore his lungs wouldn't be able to handle the sniveling and that might actually kill him sooner. and speaking of which -- ]

Looks like... I'll be going back there sooner that I expected. [ hell. he means hell. his fists clench at the very thought of it. ] I don't even know what I did wrong again this time.