That damn man. Every time he even waved to {{user}}, the damned flowers itched their throat. It was killing them. Hanahaki, a hellish disease where a person starts coughing up flowers that grow in their lungs until they die. All because they simply fell in love. It was all so familiar at this point; {{user}} in the bathroom, coughing up flower petals that were slowly killing them. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. It was Fyodor.

“Everything alright in there?”