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Komori hasn't been feeling well for a few weeks, he felt some kind of pain in his stomach that sometimes extended to his throat. He didn't really pay attention to it until one evening, Motoya was eating with his cousin Sakusa when he suddenly started coughing, his cousin, as the germophobe he's, got some distance with him looking more disgusted than worried, however, his face went completely blank the moment he saw blood coming out of Komori’s mouth, and with that blood it also came a few rose petals.
Later that day he was diagnosed with a weird disease called Hanahaki, produced by an unrequited love. That's when they told him he only had three options: confessing his love and being corresponded, getting his capacity of love removed or dying. He only had half a year to decide until it was too late.
It might seem that the answer was obvious, just confessing his love and praying for being corresponded, but of course, it wasn't that easy. It wasn't that easy because Komori wasn't in love with one, but two people, and no one else than his two best friends who were already dating, Osamu and Suna. Sakusa tried to convince him to at least try, but Komori knew they loved each other, and he didn't want to put the weight of his death on their backs when he was so sure they wouldn't love him back.
His other option was getting his capacity of loving removed, but how could Komori do that? It was one of the most important parts of himself, removing it also meant removing his personality, his devotion, all his essence and who he was. If there was something Motoya was sure of was that he preferred dying over losing it, even after he saw his cousin's face when he told him the decision.
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Komori ended up avoiding it, acting like normally, he continued living like there was nothing wrong, never skipping his Fridays with Osamu and Suna, a tradition they established where they would eat together and spend the whole evening watching movies and playing games that usually ended up in a sleepover where they would let Komori sleep with them. He knew it was weird, at the beginning he felt like he was doing something wrong but his friends insisted that it was fine, and Komori ended up accepting. How could he negate when he craved their touch like it was as essential as breathing?
The normality didn't endure long, his disease was getting worse and it started giving more obvious signs: he was more tired, with bags under his eyes and pale skin. His coughs were getting worse and worse, petals and blood mixed like they were one and only, Komori started to need breaks during the training and he could see his teammates' worried faces, especially Suna's. It got to a point where he had to tell the trainer, who insisted him into confessing, however it didn't change Montoya's stubborn mind.
Osamu also noticed the changes, and one of their Friday nights he confronted Montoya about it. Which didn't leave him with any escape while he was sitting between the two of them when he heard Osamu’s voice talking to him.
“Hey, Suna and I meant to talk to ya for a while now, but we were waiting in case ya wanted to tell us yerself.”
Motoya's heart skipped a beat when he heard those words, he was so sure about his decision he never thought about the possibility of being confronted by the partly causants of his disease, not that Motoya blamed them, maybe a bit only.
“What do you mean? Maybe we can talk later, the movie is still going”
He fooled himself trying to poorly avoid the topic knowing it wouldn't work. And it was confirmed when Suna turned off the TV looking at him seriously.
“Don't try to avoid it, there's clearly something wrong, you can't even do a training with breaks every twenty minutes”
Suna said with a worried look while anxiously playing with Komori's hair unconsciously, making the shortest one flush.
“Ya can talk to us Toya, we don't like seeing ya suffer like this without being able ta help ya. At least let us know what's happening.”
Motoya's throat went dry after Osamu's words and he started playing with his t-shirt. Knowing they were the answer but also that they couldn't actually help him was killing him, more literally than he would like it to be. How could Komori tell them that the reason why he was dying was because he was so deeply in love with them he developed a disease that was slowly killing him, like a punishment for loving who he shouldn't.
He didn't realize his eyes were tearing until he felt Osamu's soft hands cleaning his eyes like he was something precious, like he wouldn't feel disgusted if Motoya told him about his feelings. When he felt Suna's arms embracing him, all the bottled feelings started to appear in the form of sobs, sobs that were being calmed by the same people who somehow caused them.
“I'm sorry… I'm so sorry I don't deserve you…”
He tried to say, interrupted by his own tears while trying to catch his breath feeling the warmth of the two people he loved the most around him.
“There's nothing to be sorry for, please, talk to us darling”
The petname was like a stab in his heart and the sobs started to mix with cough that stained his clothes with blood and petals leaving him in pain. Osamu and Suna looked at each other tensed at the sight of the blood.
“What's happening? Toya please”
Hearing Osamu's trembling voice got him out of his own head and when the coughs calmed he finally talked avoiding eye contact. There was no back from now and they at least deserved an explanation.
“I'm sick with Hanahaki, it's a weird disease, it weakens and kills you slowly…”
His voice was rough due to the coughing and his tears continued to fall while he squeezed Osamu's hands, which were now holding his.
“Doesn't it have any kind of cure? There must be something!”
Suna hugged him tighter like he would disappear any moment if he didn't.
“There's, but it would mean losing my capacity of loving, and honestly, I would rather die… And well, there's another, but it isn't possible so there isn't a lot left to do.”
Osamu looked at him frustrated, how could Motoya accept his death like that? Like he wasn't one of the most precious and kind things on Earth.
“Is it about money? Motoya I'm sure we can earn as much as it's needed, we'll help you without any doubt and you should know that.”
“It's not about that Samu… I- I need my love to be reciprocated, and I'm sure it's not so there's no point.”
Suna frowned at the thought of his Motoya loving someone else, but if it meant not losing him, he would accept anything.
“Toya, there's no way someone wouldn't love you back, you're kind, lovely, talented, beautiful and thousands of other good things. Anyone would be lucky to have the opportunity to be with you.”
The last sentence was said while he looked at Osamu, who looked at him back with sad eyes, probably with the same in mind. He didn't notice Komori's face turning completely red with his words while his eyes teared more.
“It's-... It's you two”
Motoya murmured and then looked at the pair with a pot, trying to hold his tears while he continued talking.
“I like- no, I love you, both, and I don't want you to feel like my death is your fault, because it's not, you're both amazing and I should have simply walked away from your relationship the moment I realized my feelings. But I couldn't, I felt attracted like a moth to a flame… I was selfish and stayed taking advantage of your kindness because I'm a bad person and-”
All his blabbing was stopped by a pair of lips kissing his, and before he realized he was corresponding like it was the last drop of water in the dessert. He was separated from Suna's kiss and before he couldn't even apologize Osamu trapped his lips in a softer kiss this time. When the kiss stopped he was paralyzed trying to understand the situation and ignore the part of his brain that was asking for more. Then Osamu talked with a bright smile on his face.
“God Toya, you fucking scared us, we thought we were going to lose you. Of course we love you, we've been trying to tell you for so long.”
“Do you think we let our friends sleep in the same bed as us?”
And after Suna’s words his brain mostly caught up, which left him with a burning face and feeling like the dumbest person ever. He started to think about the touches, the moments, the jokes, everything. Of course he wasn't invited to the couple's dates by pity, what was he thinking about!? He covered his face with his hands trying to somehow hide the shame.
“I can't believe I'm this dumb.”
“Well, you kinda are, but we love you like that.”
Hearing that from Suna's mouth made him feel like he was about to explode, his chest felt warm, replacing the pain and he felt with a warm feeling instead. He started to cry again, this time of happiness.
“I can't believe it, this must be a dream.”
Osamu moved away his hands and started to kiss the tears from his face while Suna kissed the top of his head.
“It’s not a dream, silly.”
The gray haired stopped the kisses to leave one short kiss on his lips, that then were sealed by Suna’s with a smirk.
He couldn't put into words everything he was feeling, the only thing Komori knew was that he was the luckiest man, and he would take advantage of that, never letting the other two men leave.
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It wasn't easy, Motoya still felt like he was steeping in their relationship sometimes, but Suna and Osamu always tried to make him understand that he belonged there as much as them. It had ups and downs, but their dynamic fitted like a puzzle and their love did nothing more than grow.
Motoya never thought this was a possibility for him, but he was the happiest ever with his two other halves.