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Thinking about hanahaki ritmob. Ritsu refusing to tell Mob who the source is. Mob finding out and trying, /so hard/, to love Ritsu the way he needs, but the flowers just tighten their hold in Ritsu's flesh.
There's a superstition that the type plant to take root has meaning, a bloody sort of language of flowers. Ritsu's blossoms mean: unnatural, immoral, wrong.
When Mob's brotherly love fails to save Ritsu, he tries the opposite: he'll be so cruel Ritsu won't be able to help falling out of love.
But what bad could anyone say about Ritsu? Mob ponders for days.
But what bad could anyone say about Ritsu? Mob ponders for days.
"I hate your shoes," Mob announces one morning before school. "They're really bad."
Ritsu sees through it of course. Bile and petals clog his throat as he falls a little more in love.
Ritsu sees through it of course. Bile and petals clog his throat as he falls a little more in love.
