hanahaki (literally "vomiting flowers") is a fictional illness that began in japanese literature. most commonly, it happens in the case of unrequited love; flowers bloom in a person's lungs and their love suffocates them until it is either required or they die.
that's pretty angsty. instead, consider a world where hanahaki is a normalised inconvenience and it's never hurt anyone. flowers grow in your chest from the cultivation of love — for your friends, your family, your dog. and it's a feeling that wants to be known, so maybe you can't help spilling petals sometimes when you laugh, or sigh, or shout at someone. everyone knows what it means and it's something to be celebrated. you love.
maybe you don't want to, though. maybe you chew on the petals and swallow them back, so that no one knows the feelings you're carrying around in your heart. but maybe that's not going to work forever, and sooner or later, you're going to cough those feelings up.
the short version ① hanahaki means your characters cough up flowers. plain and simple. ② it's caused by unspoken love, in any form, platonic or romantic; whether the love is requited has nothing to do with it. ③ the disease is not harmful in any way, and it's no more annoying than a persistent cough; it's treated as more symbolic magic realism here than concerned with the real life implications of coughing up flowers. ④ it's "cured" when a person expresses their love, whether the feeling is required or not. ⑤ so basically, you can rp any everyday scenario... but now your character might have to deal with the minor nuisance of hacking up petals around the people they love. and those people are going to know what that means.
[What's that smell? Is that...rotten meat? Gross! Rounding the corner you'll find that NO! It's not rotten meat! It's a King Hippo, belching as a moist mound of rafflesia slides out of his mouth and plops onto the floor next to a dozen others. He squints at it. And kicks it.]
[ is more than likely the target, but i'm glad to play the doctor role with him! diagnosing a character, seeing what's wrong, giving them advice for a cure, being totally unsympathetic or inappropriately intrigued and so on. ]
our messenger pigeon got us together lmk if i should change stuff!
( hifumi izanami isn't one's typical run of the mill rapper but it's shocking to learn that he's one either way — maybe it just comes with that appeal of being a host during his job. but he's ran into a few problems as of late which is causing trouble for him at his place of work, it's always a misunderstanding when he's trying to treat both women and men right with sweet words but accidentally choking up on flowers lodged in his throat. at one point, it got so bad that one female insisted that those flowers were meant for her and only her and that freaked hifumi out.
that's because his feelings are for someone else but he knows better to admit that aloud, part of him knows that rejection is fairly high on the table and maybe he isn't ready to hear it yet. although, that doesn't stop hifumi at all from visiting that said person even if it's late in the day and maybe shinra has clients to deal with for the night — but company isn't too bad, right? (un)luckily for anyone and everyone, hifumi is dressed in a normal attire of a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans, his other personality tucked away when dressed in a suit so shinra has to deal with this idiot for the time being. there's something about this particular person that pulls at the blond's heart strings or maybe he's just that easy towards the more different set of people, either way, he's probably setting himself for some sort of disappointment but it's fine because he gets to see shinra, right? )
Hewwwwoo, you're not busy right now, are you? ( he's a little loud, no, he's loud. knocking on the door like so hoping that the other will open it. ) Seriously, I know this, like, isn't the time but —
[ No one ever thought it would happen, Asuka included. As the jaded young girl scoffed at her classmates, one by one succumbing to their flowery fates, all she could think of was how much she thought romance was a waste of time. While the girls around her gleefully discussed their crushes, or bashfully excused themselves from their classrooms to cough up petals of a daisy, Asuka simply stared at the pages of her books, her gaze strong enough to burn holes through the paper. Why should she bother getting involved with love? It's just a trap, after all. The only thing that'll get you is a broken heart and a couple of kilograms on your belly. It's pointless.
And yet, here she is, in the bathroom of the girl's room, hacking up roses as red as the hair on top of her head. How the hell was this happening? She had gone to great lengths to avoid specifically this situation, had made herself as unapproachable as possible, had made as few friends as she possibly could...
But there was, of course, that girl. That blonde who wouldn't take no for an answer, who wouldn't leave her alone no matter how many times Asuka tried to shove her away. After a while, it took more effort to actively rebuff her than it did to enable her nonsense for a few minutes, and just like that, she was caught in the trap. That sweets-obsessed little nightmare, stubborn as a bull, who carried her violin wherever she went and kept inviting her to listen--
Asuka lets the thought of her fill up her vision, and she wretches another blood-red rose. How the thorns aren't scraping up the inside of her mouth is completely beyond her, but it doesn't mean the experience is pleasant; she wants nothing to do with this, nothing to do with her. She's caught in the snare, but how the hell does she get out? ]
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