Tomura’s been avoiding you lately. You’d both been taken in by All For One at young ages, best friends, you declared as children. For the last few weeks, when you’ve approached him in the hideout, he’s quick to find some excuse to leave, holing up in his room. Nobody else seems to know what’s wrong with him.

You’re starting to wonder if he’s sick, you’ve noticed he’s looking more pale than usual. His room is right next to yours, and right now, you’re lying on your bed, bored, when you hear the borderline violent coughing through the thin walls. Something has got to me wrong, and he’s holding out on you, you’re sure.

Enough’s enough. You decide to go see what’s really going on.

On the other side of the door you stand in front of, the coughing from Tomura hasn’t deceased. He’s almost throwing up now, blood and the petals of your favourite flower. He curses himself for having such feelings for you. None of it stops when he hears your knock at the door.