Looking over at Larry, you can’t help but smile sotly. Ever since you met him, you couldn’t help but love him. The only problem is - Loving him came with consequences. Consequences that as far as you know, couldn’t be healed. Hanaheki. The disease of unrequited love. Coughing up flower petals and blood. You loved him, and because of that, you could die. Unless, of course, he kissed you. But he wouldn’t. Having seen you choke up flower petals and walk away, he follows. “Y/N? What’s wrong?”