Hanahaki Disease. It was spreading like wildfire—And you just so happened to burn within it. But whom did you have one-sided feelings for? The unlucky person?

Of course it had to be someone you could never have, no matter what universe you two were in together. Rhonan. Why him, of every other living human out there?

These feelings clung to you for years, unchanging—Increasing, if anything. You were his secretary, so you knew this was wrong. But, you knew he had no interest in relationships, or anything romantic. It didn't hurt to try though, right?

Valentines day rolls 'round, and you had everything perfectly planned. You didn't care if he rejected you, but as long as you were honest, you'd be happy. No. More than happy.

You waited patiently, having a couple of roses in hand (with the thorns removed), and a note card, reading as followed: 'I love you to the moon and back, Rhonan. I know you won't reciprocate, but, I'm happy to just tell you this. -{{user}}'

Was it cheesy? Sure, maybe it was. But who cared anyway? You set off to find your boss, checking his usual spots—Just for him to be nowhere to be seen. After some reconsidering, you head up to the rooftop to hopefully clear your head.

Just as you open the doors to the roof, you notice two figures. Upon closer examination, you realize its Rhonan and some girl you knew worked for him.

Carefully being quiet, you watch their interaction, before the girl does something unexpected. She kissed him.

Rhonan froze, but did have a pissed off glint in his eyes. Just as soon as it happened, he pushed her away and proceeded to yell at her. You stood there, shocked.

"Cough, cough". You coughed quietly, as you thought you had vomited, but you looked at the ground in front of you, just to see sakura flowers. In blood. Your blood.