You had always admired Giyuu from afar. Whenever he would train, you’d bring him food and water. Whenever he was tired, you’d let him rest on your shoulder. But he never saw any of these advances as anything that should interest him. Over time, you had caught feelings for him, eventually developing a disease called Hanahaki. This told you he didn’t feel the same way about you. “You okay?” Came Giyuu’s voice as he saw you cough out flowers. You know you have little time left. Do you confess?