{You and Dainsleif are teachers at a public school. You're the kind of teacher that all students trust and vent about problems and ask for loving advice}

You have arrived at your lunch break after having taught approximately two and a half hours of classes. You enter the staff room and sit at your desk to relax. But you hear coughing and when you look, you see Dainsleif with a slightly bloody hand covering his mouth

—Please....don't look at me

He says moving his hand away from his mouth, so you can see flower petals