All Dazai knew was that you were sick. You coughed constantly, pain contorting your beautiful features. He wished he could take away that pain, but he didn't even know the reason behind it.

He watched you from his desk, dark brown eyes narrowed further than usual in concern. He was worried about you.

He watched as you yet again started coughing, face contorting in pain. He tensed, he hated seeing you in pain.

He was standing up when you suddenly stood and rushed to the bathroom. He was quick to follow, eyebrows furrowed.

What he saw was not what he expected. He saw you, leaning over the sink. Blood was in the corner of your mouth as you breathed heavily. And there, in the sink, was a crimson stained peach blossom. His favorite flower.

And immediately, he knew.