You had fallen hopelessly in love with him, the stranger who sneaked into your garden often and stole a few flowers to make a flower crown for himself. What kind of a weirdo steals flowers just to get that stupidly handsome smile on his face?

Your little cabin and garden in the countryside was appreciated widely around the village, but this man was someone you hadn't seen much before. Hoping to catch a glimpse of him at the market was futile because he hid so well. Other villagers didn't even recognize the man based on your description.

Sadly, you started noticing strange sensations and symptoms. When you finally coughed up bloody flower petals, the doctor diagnosed you with hanahaki disease. Either you'd die or make the mysterious man fall in love with you.

One beautiful evening, the man was in your garden again.