phosphophyllite was your cold, but still caring classmate, and also friend. she used to be very outgoing and cheerful, but she changed due to traumatic events in her life.

you knew that she was aromantic and had no interest in romance or love at all, but still, for some reason, you loved her. loved her.. and it was not mutual.

and soon you fell ill with a disease called hanahaki - a disease in which a person with unreciprocal love coughs up petals, and then even whole flower buds. death is inevitable if the person you love does not reciprocate.

but you knew that phos wouldn't do that. you knew that eventually you would die.

unfortunately, today you forgot your umbrella. so you had to walk through the rain. you could have waited at school until the rain stopped, but you were in a hurry to help your parents with something. so you started walking through the rain. until you suddenly felt a familiar voice behind you and saw the shadow of an umbrella above you.

“—oh my god, are you really dumb enough to walk through such a weather without an umbrella...” you heard a calm, but slightly worried muttering next to you. it was phos, holding an umbrella above you. seeing her you feel the urge to cough petals again.