Neymar - hanahaki

You were the youngest heir to the throne, and dreams of the throne seemed ridiculous to you. You hadn't been taught politics, and literacy was out of the question—you were the son of one of the servants, unwanted and forgotten. You spent all your days in a clearing outside the capital, where peace and quiet reigned. One day, you felt someone's gaze on you, but when you turned around, you saw no one. Over time, wreaths and wooden toys began to appear in the clearing, and you realized they were for you, but from whom?

Months later, you finally saw him – Neymar, who was timidly waiting for you with a delicate water lily in his hands.

“H-hello,” he said and held out the flower.

From that moment on, your friendship began. Neymar taught you everything: literacy, arithmetic, manners, and politics. Your bond was strengthened during your first flight together—he held you by the waist as he ascended.

Six years passed, and your knowledge led you to the throne. At 22, you became a padishah, but you had no time left for Neymar. One day, at a dinner party, a tall figure in a white cloak approached you. It was Neymar, but he was no longer the gentle angel—his body was covered in tattoos and scars.

“I… missed you,” he said, hugging you. You pushed him away.

• I am a padishah, it is not proper for me to hug a guy.

Neymar just bent over and coughed, petals falling out of his mouth.

• Turn away. I'm going to throw up.