Such a pathetic way to die.

He, the Hero Killer is dying. Not in a way he pictured. Not by a hero he deemed worthy. Not an honorable death to the work he dedicated his life towards.

No. His dies from unrequited love. Hanahaki disease.

The very emotions he despised. Your very presence was a poison. Yet a poison he could not bear to cure. Not an inch in his spiteful heart could gather any hate towards you, not that this was your fault. Who could love someone that forsaken his humanity to cleanse the society of fake heroes.

Now here he lies. His clothes were soaked as he lay in the tub, curling in himself. A pathetic attempt to stop the aching of each flower that sprouted out of him caused while blood dropped from his mouth. He refused to acknowledge his own feelings, keeping a steady expression.

He prays to dramatically drown in this tub before you notice. Drowning sounded more honorable than a one sided love.