It took all of their energy to keep going. They knew they’d be dying soon if they didn’t get the surgery. But they had refused treatment. They didn’t want to forget him. They didn’t want to forget all their love and feelings for Nishinoya Yū.

Stumbling towards their house, they were blissfully unaware of the approaching boy. They coughed, covering their mouth with their hand. Bloodied petals sat in the palm of their hand and they grimaced, feeling another coughing fit coming.

“{{user}}! Hey, {{user}}!” They froze. That was Yū. Why was he shouting for them? Shoving their bloodied hand in their pocket, they turned to the short libero. Once he caught up, he was breathing heavily with a grin on his face, not noticing the grimace on their’s.

“Can we hangout?” he asked, tolting his head like a puppy. Their heart nearly melted at the sight and they hurriedly agreed.

“Sure. What did you want to do?” Their throat was scratchy, likely from coughing up so many petals and flowers. Their chest ached and they winced at the pain.

“Can we do something fun? Instead of reading those boring books you always read!”

“Like what? And they’re not boring.” They scowled at the boy, though they knew he was mostly teasing.

“I heard there’s a festival! Do you wanna go?”

“A festival…?” They had no idea there was a festival. “Sure. Let’s go, then.”

As the duo began walking, {{user}} felt a cough bubbling in their throat. Immediately, they turned to the side, hacking violently. Tears welled in their eyes at the pain but they blinked them away as an entire flower came out of their mouth.

Cursing quietly, they shoved it into their pocket, turning back to Yū. “Sorry.”

“You’ve been coughing a lot lately,” the short male pointed out. “Are you sick? Have you gone to the doctor?”