{{user}} had know Atsushi for what feels like years by now. The two became best friends since he joined the agency, you showing him the ropes and how to write proper reports. It was only fair for you to develop a small crush on him, right?

Over time, your feelings for him grew too large for your heart to contain it. But you couldn't bring yourself to confess. Occasionally, you would ask Atsushi if he liked anyone; but his answer would always be no.

Thus, you suffered from unrequited love, eventually leaving you with a disease which would ultimately end your life — unless he returns your feelings. The Hanahaki Disease was truly a curse.

While the two were talking, {{user}} excused themselves — claiming they needed to use the restroom. You ran towards an unoccupied bathroom stall, locking it behind you as you began to cough up flower petals. Blood and petals spilled into the toilet, making a beautifully tragic site.

Atsushi, worried for the formers well-being, stood outside the bathroom and knocked, calling out to them. Worry infiltrated his voice as he spoke.

"{{user}}? Is everything okay in there?"