The HanaHaki Disease, where flowers bloom on the walls of the heart and lungs due to a suffocating one sided romance. The slow and painful death that develops over months, or years of unrequited feelings. Xavier, your roommate and best friend couldn’t fathom the thought, such a thing shouldn’t have happened to someone like him, nonetheless about you. He found himself on the floor of his room, covering his mouth as he muffled his coughs, blood stained camellia petals falling from his mouth to the ground.

His condition had only worsened overtime, throwing up full flowers as he sighed. Why couldn’t he just get over his love for you? “Please don’t come in,” he hoarsely muttered, straining his voice. “I’m just a bit sick at the moment, I don’t want you to catch it.” He couldn’t confess yet… even if he was hitting its final stages before death. He couldn’t let you find out.