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Hello, i was wondering if i could request a AU reader insert for hanahaki AU,bnha,with toshinori yagi or spinner or shigaraki (which ever one inspires you more), a fem reader who's the one experiencing the diesease? Thank you in advance. Have a nice day!

ANON I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FOR GIVING ME THE EXCUSE TO WRITE THIS

I chose Shigaraki as the character for this because I mean… I am Admin Shigaraki for a reason, after all. But also… If you guys remember from a while back, I wrote the reverse of this situation and it ended in a tragedy… well, this time I wanted to give you guys something a little different :’^) FYI, writing even one remotely fluffy sentence related to Shigaraki can be ridiculously difficult.

For a fun little easter egg, look up gardenias in hanakotoba!

ALSO I have to put most of it under a cut bc this ended up being WAY too long… you inspired me, anon

and i also wrote w/ gender neutral pronouns bc i want everybody to be able to relate to the story :’^) i hope you don’t mind!

i hope you like it!!

-Admin Shigaraki

It started when you were alone in your room researching your next job. A faint tickling sensation began to manifest in the back of your throat. At first you ignored it, focusing on the screen despite the distracting flutter in your windpipe. It’s probably just allergies, you told yourself.

However, the ticklish feeling in your throat wasn’t the only thing distracting you from your work. It was with a certain sense of irony that you continually found yourself sidetracked by thoughts about the League of Villains’ leader, Shigaraki Tomura—the person who would be most frustrated by your failure to finish your job. Focus, (y/n), focus! You gritted your teeth, growing irritated at your lack of concentration. I have to finish this, or else Shigaraki will strangle me!

Staring intently at the monitor, you began aggressively pursuing every possible lead on the man you’d been told to track down. He was once a mere petty thief, but had grown to commit more and more intricate and sophisticated crimes and had garnered a bit of a following. Shigaraki had become interested in the man’s accomplishments, but not in the sense of seeking a potential alliance—rather, he was disturbed by the man’s growing prominence in the underworld and wished to see him taken out as quickly as possible. Knowing your Quirk was best suited to assassination, Shigaraki assigned you to the mission. “You have one month to take him out,” he’d told you. “I don’t want to see your face again until you do.”

Hours ticked by and you continued to check and recheck information on your target. All the while, the tickling in your throat amplified. It grew to an itchy sensation, and then ballooned into mild pain as you started to cough. “Don’t tell me I’m getting a cold right now,” you grumbled hoarsely, clearing your throat and continuing to scour the internet.

You were forced to suspend the search as the itchiness and pain refused to stop. Frustrated, you trudged to the bathroom and began shuffling through your medicine cabinets in search of a cough suppressant. “This should do,” you muttered, pouring out a dose of the medicine and quickly drinking it. “Now I’ll be able to focus.”

Two hours later, you concluded your search. You had to take a break—the throat pain had grown exponentially since taking the medicine, much to your distaste. What on earth is wrong with me? You wondered grouchily, plopping down on the couch and turning on the TV. As the news played clips of a recent hero-versus-villain clash on the screen, you were suddenly seized by an uncontrollable coughing fit.

Spasms began to rack your body as the coughing became volatile and impossible to halt. What’s happening to me?! You coughed, bringing a hand up to your mouth. The coughing continued. Why won’t it stop?! You were wheezing, gasping and choking, all while searing pain filled your windpipes. I can’t breathe…! Panic blossomed in your chest as a particularly violent cough splattered something warm and sticky against the palm of your hand. Directly after that, a final cough caused the fit to end. Only when you removed your hand from your mouth did you realize something flimsy and wet was stuck to your palm along with the saliva and blood you’d hacked up.

What is that? You slowly plucked the object from your palm, and only when you cautiously wiped the blood away with your thumb did you recognize that it was a white flower petal—likely a gardenia. “H-huh—?!” you choked, shocking yourself with the awful sound of your broken voice. “How did that get stuck in my throat?!”

You winced in pain, regretting your choice to speak aloud. The pain from before had grown to unprecedented severity, undoubtedly because you’d coughed up a sizable flower petal. Knowing this was something you had to figure out immediately, you forced yourself to return to the computer and searched for incidents of people inexplicably coughing up flower petals.

Before long, you uncovered an article discussing a disease known as hanahaki. “Oh?” you murmured, flinching yet again at the sting in your windpipe. You skimmed the short article in order to learn more about the condition.

Hanahaki disease is an exceptionally rare condition that causes the victim to develop a living, flowering plant in the lungs. The flowers of the plant are frequently sucked into the windpipes during exhalation, causing excruciating pain, uncontrollable coughing fits, and occasional choking or death. The real danger of hanahaki, however, stems from the continual growth of the plant within the lungs, which gradually reduces the host’s ability to breathe. After one to two months, a host is generally left unable to function and will eventually either suffer pierced lungs or suffocation as the plant outgrows the lung it inhabits. The only cure for the disease is complete surgical removal of the plant from the lungs. However, symptoms can be temporarily lessened through the use of a specialized medication.

While the cause of hanahaki is unconfirmed due to an inability to reliably diagnose a medical reason, it is anecdotally stated to stem from unrequited love. In fact, of the three confirmed cases in modern times, all three victims assured doctors that they were in love with somebody who did not feel the same. When the plants were removed from two of these individuals, they recalled no longer feeling anything for their former love. The third victim ended up mysteriously resolving their symptoms around the time that they entered a relationship.

It was from a shady source, yet you still found yourself unable to ignore the haunting similarities between the described symptoms and your own case. Thus, in order to continue with your mission, you quickly ordered the medicine and continued to plan your assassination of the rival villain. You couldn’t let your feelings get in the way of your work for the League.

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At long last, the day had come. You were ready to take out the villain, and there was still a week left until the end of the month—you were comfortably ahead of schedule. Everything was perfectly planned, and the only problem that still stood in your path was the lessening effectiveness of the medicine for your hanahaki. Now more than ever before, you found stray petals occasionally making their way up your windpipe, causing you tremendous pain each time.

I’ll be fine, you thought to yourself as you made your way out the door. This mission is planned perfectly; there’s absolutely no chance that I’ll fail!

Yet you decided to err on the side of caution, so you’d left a message for Dabi and Himiko asking them to stop by your place that evening. You told them that if you weren’t home, chances are that you’d been captured or killed by the enemy, and proceeded to provide the address of the villain’s hideout in case someone else had to come take the man down. Hopefully at least one of them would check to see if you were alright.

As you approached your target’s location, you tensed up, ready to react to any sign of movement. A few twists and turns through alleyways led you to the warehouse you knew the fledgling organization inhabited, and you wasted no time sneaking inside. Once you took up your position near the ringleader and his group of followers, you were horrified to feel an itchy sensation gradually building up in the back of your throat.

No. No. Not now! Any time but now! You frantically thought. As you crouched just out of sight, you found yourself suppressing the powerful urge to cough. Just one sound could be enough to thwart your entire plan end get you killed, and as you continued to hold back the coughing with all your might, you were completely unaware of the man headed in your direction.

The ringleader himself could not sense your presence—however, you had neglected to look into some of his henchmen’s Quirks, and that left you vulnerable to the man who now approached you. He was a man whose Quirk allowed him to sense anxiety, and the sudden spike from behind the stack of crates which sheltered you from view was enough to arouse his suspicions.

Just as you turned to flee, knowing you wouldn’t be able to hide your illness for the entirety of the mission, a hefty blow to your back knocked you flat on your stomach. A large, heavy boot slammed itself down on your back, and you heard a deep voice call, “Hey boss, I think there’s somebody here lookin’ for you. Seems like an assassin.”

The weight from the man’s strike was enough to force a coughing fit onto you. Choking and wheezing, you spewed a mouthful of blood and gardenia petals onto the dark gray concrete in front of you. Just as the villain boss and his other followers approached you, the combination of pain, anxiety, and your disease caused you to slip into unconsciousness.

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“What do you mean?” Shigaraki gruffly asked, glancing at Himiko and Dabi with an unamused expression. “There’s no way (y/n) was captured. They’re perfect for that job. You must be mistaken.”

“Doesn’t seem that way. We even waited for another hour to see if they were just late, but it seems they really got caught. Not a sign of them anywhere.” Dabi leaned against the wall and watched Shigaraki with piercing blue eyes.

The League of Villains boss was clearly disturbed by the possibility of (y/n)’s capture. For what seemed like the first time in a while, he started to claw at his neck, letting out a distressed sigh in the process. To Dabi and Himiko’s alarm, the man clenched his other fist around a nearby glass and rapidly decayed it, sending water and ice flying across the countertop. “Well then, it looks like we all have to go get them back and kill that bastard. Call the others up—we’re going to finish this tonight.”

“Alright, alright,” Dabi waved a dismissive hand at Shigaraki and pulled out his phone. “Let me call them.”

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When you awoke, your arms and legs were strapped to a chair and your body was restrained with ropes. Your assassination target sat a mere yard away from you, chuckling as you vainly struggled against the restraints. “At least you gave it your all,” he said calmly, a smile slowly creeping across his face. “Now… why don’t you tell me why you’re here?”

“N-never—“ you choked up before you could finish what you were planning to say. As the coughing fit seized full control, the man before you stood up and walked closer.

He raised a hand and brought it down harshly against your cheek, causing a loud smack to echo throughout the dark warehouse. “Stop coughing and answer me!” he shouted angrily.

You couldn’t stop coughing, though. Tears welled up in your eyes as you regurgitated a mouthful of petals onto your lap, spilling blood down the front of your shirt and chin. Your medication was wearing off, and you knew the fits would only get worse from there. “I-I’m sorry, I can’t stop…” you wheezed as you felt another few petals rise up your throat. “I need medicine—“

Another fit overcame you before you knew it, causing your adversary to grow even more impatient. Just as he lifted his hand to slap you again, you were stunned to see an explosion of blue flames erupt from the doorway, taking out several of the rival villain’s guards. “Wh-what?!” he gasped, whirling around. “Who the hell are you guys?!”

Shigaraki, approaching at the head of his band of villains, spoke in an ominous tone. “We’re the League of Villains, and we’re here to take (y/n) back and send you to hell.”

At the sound of Shigaraki’s familiar voice, a wave of mixed emotions crashed over you. You were unbelievably happy to know he’d come to finish the job and ensure your safety, yet at the same time, you felt anxiety over how he’d handle your failure and what he’d think of the pathetic reason for which you’d been captured. As the other members of the League of Villains took care of the remaining enemies and provided the ringleader with a particularly gruesome death, you were yet again pulled into a coughing fit. Another mouthful of blood and petals burst from between your lips just as Dabi and Himiko approached to untie your restraints.

“Woah, (y/n)!” Himiko gasped, eyes widening as a few drops of blood splattered across her cheek. “What’s going on with you? Why are there flower petals in your mouth?”

“That’s nasty as hell,” Dabi commented, scorching the ropes that were binding you to the chair. “Did somebody hit you with a weird Quirk or something?”

You shook your head, unable to verbally answer them. Your throat was in agonizing pain, and the petals and blood continued to come up. It seemed to you as if you were about to choke on your own blood. “This doesn’t look so good, Shigaraki,” Dabi called out. “You should come take a look. (Y/n)’s in horrible condition and has flowers in their throat.”

It was abundantly clear as Shigaraki approached that he was incredibly angry and distressed. There were bloody claw marks on the side of his neck and his hands were quivering slightly. “(Y/n), why the hell didn’t you say anything about this…?” he hissed, picking up a fistful of the petals that had scattered on and around you. They disintegrated into a fine powder at his touch. “Hanahaki?! We could have sent somebody else on this mission while you got treatment for this… it could’ve been game over if we hadn’t gotten here in time. And unless we can do something about this hanahaki immediately, you’ll die anyways—!”

“Hanahaki…?” Dabi and Himiko asked in unison, confused.

Fists clenched in frustration, Shigaraki turned away from your chair. “Who is it?!” he demanded, glancing back at you, fiery red eyes visible from beneath the hand that concealed his face.

A brief pause in the coughing fits allowed you to speak. In a hoarse, feeble voice, you confessed the truth. “I-It’s… you.”

You could see the thin man’s entire body tense up at your words. “That’s impossible,” he responded, approaching you again. “I mean… it has to be a glitch, then. That can’t be right, since—“

“Since what?” Himiko asked, glancing back and forth between the two of you. “What’s going on, anyways…? What is hanahaki?”

Shigaraki clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, looking down at the ground. “Since I might… might feel the same way.”

“I looked it up, Himiko,” Dabi said, showing Himiko the screen of his phone. “It’s a disease experienced by someone suffering from unreciprocated lo—huh?! You’re kidding, right? Is this a joke?”

“Shut up.” Shigaraki pulled the hand off his face and cast a particularly aggressive glare in Dabi’s direction before glancing back at you with a much more docile expression. “Hmm… I guess it can happen if you don’t know, too.”

You heard nothing of what Dabi said, nor Shigaraki’s response to him or yourself. The entirety of your thoughts were hinged on Shigaraki’s previous words. He… feels the same way?! You were utterly baffled. As you sat there in shock, you suddenly came to the realization that you no longer felt the urge to cough, and instead your pain was beginning to ebb.

Shakily, you rose to your feet and took a couple steps toward Shigaraki. You threw your arms around him in a hug, completely catching the man off guard. He wasn’t used to affection whatsoever, but tried to reciprocate the hug as best he could without activating his quirk. “I’m sorry I failed—and that I didn’t mention the hanahaki…” you croaked quietly.

Shigaraki let out a sigh and buried his nose in your hair. He mumbled in reply, “It’s fine, I guess. Just don’t do something stupid like this again.”

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