As usual, Bokuto was babbling on about how hot the barista is at the cafe, and here you were, listening to him, like always, though all you could think about was that you could die any minute now.

It's been quite a while since you had feelings for Bokuto, and unlucky for you, you had the hanahaki disease, because this oblivious idiot didn't seem to notice all the excuses, all the small coughs that eventually turned into violent ones, and throwing up in the bathroom.

Bokuto was your best friend, but he was an idiot, because he didn't even seem to notice that you were slowly dying, because of your unrequited love for him.