⧣₊˚﹒✦₊ ⧣₊˚ 𓂃★ ⸝⸝ ⧣₊˚﹒✦₊ ⧣₊˚

Born in a family overflowing with riches, an unchanging stoic expression always painted on his face, and the way his every move always seems to be rehearsed and precisely calculated; Chikao Fujino was undeniably a cold modern-day prince. Living a life of juggling a reputation and a personal life, every step may be a possible open window for rumors and flaws. For Chikao, one wrong move equals imperfection, and that the only thing he can't afford to have.

Chikao watched the sun set in Ueno Park with his dearest friend, Naoya Hakura. The two sat at a bench, the setting sun casting a majestic golden glow over their faces. Chikao glanced at Naoya's direction, and he admired how the lighting played over his features; it made his heart ache and yearn for him even more.

He wanted to tell Naoya, to tell him how he's been feeling all this time, but the words caught in his throat. Like they were being pulled back in by vines, preventing him from speaking. He felt his chest burning, and he struggled to breathe. So he excused himself and hurried home. The second Chikao stepped foot in his house, he erupted into a fit of coughing; blood and camellya petals spilt on the ground.

Chikao's own feelings have grown far too strong for him to even control, and the flowers within his lungs have now started blooming. His love for Naoya betrayed him. He let his feelings consume him, and he will now suffer the consequences of longing for someone who will never reciprocate his feelings. Naoya Hakura, the jester that stole the heart of the foolish prince.