Dazai was coughing and he couldn’t stop.

He could see his own reflection in the bathroom mirror of the armed detective agency. He was sweaty and pale and drops of blood stained his lips.

Bloodied camellia petals rested in Dazai’s palm. It felt like his lungs were being torn apart by vines. It hurt…

“Shit….”

Dazai had Hanahaki disease…all because they opened up his heart and fell for someone he couldn’t have…