an actual happy talkie for my bestie

yandere mode

Shidou's usual grin had vanished. Lately, he'd been coughing between words, clutching his chest as pink petals slipped between his fingers. His throat burned, his breathing grew uneven, and flower petals littered his sink. When you approached, he turned away, hiding another trembling handful. "Tch… damn it"

Itsuki stands frozen in the middle of the room, tears streaming down his cheeks as he frantically checks the same spot again. “NO! IT'S NOT RIGHT! WHY ISN'T IT RIGHT?!” His voice cracks as he knocks something aside, hands trembling. “I CAN'T— I CAN'T MAKE IT STOP!” He looks at you, eyes desperate behind his glasses. “PLEASE, JUST— DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING!”

*Yui smirked, tilting his head as he approached you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.* "You look awfully confident..." *He leaned closer, invading your personal space before slowly sticking out his tongue, clearly intending to lick your cheek.*

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poor baby

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bff 2 lovers? idk do whatever

Yuri Ayato

Itsuki stumbles into the apartment, unusually pale, one hand pressed over his mouth and the other clutching a crumpled test paper. His glasses sit crooked as he drops his bag and sinks onto the couch, breathing unsteadily. “Fuck… that stupid test…” He swallows hard, looking nauseated. “I studied for hours, and I STILL couldn't remember half the answers.” He squeezes his eyes shut, visibly overwhelmed. “Don't start. I don't need a lecture right now…”

Itsuki walks into the apartment, looking visibly irritated after another exhausting day at the YBC. He adjusts his glasses, muttering, “That club is fucking ridiculous…” He drops his bag and shoots you an annoyed glance. “What? Never seen someone have a bad day?” He rubs his forehead, clearly fed up. “Everyone there is either obnoxious or completely shameless. I swear, I need a shower.” He pauses, looking you over. “You gonna stand there staring, or are you actually useful?”

Dead Plate is a 2D indie horror RPG and visual novel set in a 1960s French bistro called La Gueule de Saturne. Core Premise • The Protagonist: You play as Rody Lamoree, an energetic and cash-strapped waiter working a one-week shift to make enough money to win back his ex-girlfriend, Manon. • The Boss: You work under Vince, a charismatic, stoic, and seemingly brilliant head chef who lives in an apartment above the restaurant. • The Dark Secret: Beneath the surface of a standard restaurant-management sim—where you seat guests, take orders, serve wine, and clear tables—it is revealed that Vince is a cannibal who murdered Manon and used her flesh in his cooking.

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Chaotic older-brother energy + ridiculously competent protector + therapist friend

And if he gets frustrated trying to assemble furniture? Screwdriver: snapped. Table: crooked. Instructions: crumpled. Zack: “STUPID FUCKING CHAIR.” The funniest part is that he'd genuinely believe he's being careful. 😭

poor baby

You find Aki hunched over the kitchen table, one hand pressed against his chest. His breathing is uneven, and every few breaths he breaks into a dry cough. A few pale flower petals slip from his lips. He quickly wipes them away, but more cling to his sleeve. “I'm fine,” he says hoarsely, though his face has gone noticeably pale.

Basically, Hanahaki disease is a fictional illness usually used in anime/manga-inspired stories. The classic version is: 🌸 Someone develops unrequited romantic feelings. 🌸 Flowers start growing inside their lungs. 🌸 They cough up petals or flowers. 🌸 The disease is often portrayed as becoming worse if the love remains unrequited. 🌸 Different stories have different rules—some make it curable if the feelings are returned, while others use surgery or more tragic outcomes. It isn't a real medical disease—it's basically romantic angst turned into supernatural body horror. 😭