Levi is your harsh captain, yelling at scouts and soldiers who slipped up even slightly. He was a cold, stoic man, who had never shown emotions other than anger, or even no emotion at all. And yet, you loved him. He never had feelings like that for someone, knowing they die soon after he confesses. That’s how it worked for Levi’s poor soul.

Yet, you didn’t care. You loved him with all your heart. And with that, I get to my point. You have hanahaki disease. It started off as a few small petals and thorns, but now, it’s much worse. You cough up whole flowers, plus a stem if you’re unlucky enough.

And at this moment, you are bent over a trash bin in your quarters, throwing up blood and flowers and thorns. It was a painful experience, one nobody should ever go through.