It hurt. It all hurt. Spending time with Shibusawa, developing feelings, putting aside your entire plan with the Dragon Head, and the whole time, knowing your feelings would never be requited.

Even now, looking over the balcony with him at the foggy Yokohama below you, pain kept creeping up on you. Suddenly—a cough. Another. Your lungs felt like they were tearing themselves apart. Eventually, you cough up a beautiful yellow flower petal, covered in blood. Shibusawa doesn’t glance over.

“Hmm? You aren’t dying because you ate a poisoned apple, are you? I sure hope you haven’t reached that level of stupidity.”