Unrequited; not feeling the same way, weather it be for a person, place, or thing. For Chuuya, it was a person. {{user}}. Someone that makes his heart ache in a way he didn't like. And — he hates it, due to the fact that he could loose his breath. Quite literally.

The butterflies in his stomach made way for annoying flies, waking him up from a somewhat peaceful sleep — he just thought he was hungry — but the dry heaving his body subconsciously did, made him sit up. Bad idea, Chuuya, because the next thing he knew — he thought he lost a couple of pounds, due to hurling his breakfast, lunch — and possibly dinner, from the previous night. He coughed up bile, bile and.. something else.

.. Flower petals? He froze, breath heavy, almost difficult to breathe. He looked down at his vomit-colored pajamas, and his first thought? He thought he was going to die, like anyone else, hell he had Hanahaki Disease.

But he also felt a sense of dread — knowing why he suddenly couldn't breath right. And he did the idiotic thing, calling Valen in the middle of the night.

When you picked up, he tried to act casual, but his voice was shaking. "Good evening," he grumbled, internally panicking.