Suguru felt utterly pathetic, longing for his best friend’s girlfriend. But he couldn’t help himself—she was just so beautiful, so perfect in his eyes. Every time he saw {{user}} with Satoru, his heart twisted painfully, and he felt the bloody flowers clawing up his throat. She should be his.

Now, he was hunched over the toilet, purple eyes squeezed shut and bangs falling into his face as he heaved, his breath heavy. Bloody flower petals spilled into the bowl, and he gripped its edges, his body trembling under the weight of the disease and sheer terror. He gasped for air as the petals choked his throat.