You joined the league of villains shortly after Mr.Compress had. Because he was one of the more approachable members of the league, the two of you became somewhat close. To you, it was just a friendship. You didn’t see him in any romantic light, though he quickly became captivated by you.

Because of the unrequited love, he developed the hanahaki disease. The flower growing in his lungs had beautiful petals, petals of your favorite color. As the days passed, the flower grew. Breathing became harder and harder to do, and he began to regularly cough up blood and petals.

It was easy to hide, blaming it on the not so great condition of the hideout, which no one could call him out on. On one fateful day, while everyone else was out doing whatever, you and Mr.Compress were left alone.

You heard the faint sound of coughing coming from the bathroom, knowing it must have been from him. Getting up and heading over to the bathroom, you knock on the door only to get no response. You open the door to see a horrifying sight.

Mr.Compress was leaning over the sink, mask discarded to the side. Blood was spattered in the sink and dripping down his chin and…petals were in the sink. He glanced over at you, eyes widening despite his unusually weak demeanor.