Death of a Naturalist

This was not the best idea, you realised. In hindsight, maybe you should have prepared for this eventuality but unfortunately it wasn’t something included in Diavolo’s opening speech. You mentally kicked yourself as you stared at the petals in your hand, biting back at the bile in your throat. What were you going to do? It’s not like you could hide it successfully (for very long, at least) and it’s not exactly like you could confess. You knew what would happen, you were only human after all. Regardless it didn’t matter; you were coughing up blood and flower stems and there was nothing to be done about it.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Reader has Hanahaki's for one of the brothers. CW for some minor body horror typical of this trope, but there's nothing too in your face! Enjoy!