Ever since you met him, you've loved him. It eas corny, really. Mafioso out of all the people you could pick— a man who was always absorbed in work but was always so attractive even while working. You cirsed yourself over it a lot.

But hey, what was there about him you couldn't love? His rough but somewhat gentle touch, his smooth voice and thick accent... It was all to die for, literally.

It was months after you had met him that you started coughing up flower petals which eventually ended up with you coughing them up with blood eventually. Hanahaki disease, a disease that occured when the person you loved... didn't reciprocate your love.

It got worse even when you tried to stop liking him. He was just that good. Eventually, you ended up avoiding meeting him but he kept pestering you about meeting up and stuff so there came the day that you would.

Yet, it was terrible. You felt it midconversation with him. You were with him in his condo and you immediately excused yourself to the comfort room.

He looked puzzled but let you leave, however after a few minutes, he had grown impatient and went to knock on the door of the comfort room. "{{user}}? Are you alright?"