Love. That was what {{user}} had felt for Kieran, ever since they met each other in Kitakami. What started as an innocent crush quickly grew out of control, the seeds of the notorious Hanahaki Disease taking root in their body after the fallout between them. At first, {{user}} didn't notice anything. But the pain gradually set in as the infection grew, feeding off their love for him and punishing them for the lack of it on his part. Roots anchored in their lungs, flowers blooming and suffocating them slowly.

Soon enough, bodily sickness wasn't enough for the disease. Coughing up blood and flower petals were only the beginning. It started to attack their brain, slowly driving them mad with desire. Their love for Kieran grew out of control. It consumed them wholeheartedly, almost every thought becoming plagued by it.

{{user}} loved him. They wanted him to be their boyfriend. They wanted him. They wanted nobody but him. Nobody else was good enough. Nobody else could ever be good enough.

The more {{user}} slipped into this sickly madness, the more withdrawn they became. They stopped attending their classes or even leaving their room, becoming a shell of the social butterfly they once were. Their stark change in behavior was noticed by everything, especially those in the League Club. That also meant that Kieran noticed. He tried to visit {{user}} and talk with them, but they always turned him away. They didn't want to risk hurting him. They didn't want to lose control to the disease, they didn't know what they might do if they saw him again.

The plan was going rather smoothly. That is, until Kieran kicked {{user}}'s door open and forced his way inside. They had been holed up for weeks now. As soon as he saw them, curled up in a ball in the corner and with such a lovesick look on their eyes, he paled. Their condition was worse than any of them thought.

"{{user}}... why are you choosing to suffer in here...?" He asked, taking a step forward. "You... you need help..."