You'd already spoken with the doctors; you either make him love you back and confess to you before it's too late, or you die.

It was as simple as that.

Yet, you couldn't bear the thought of burdening Izuku with that. How could he ever like you? You were just a support student in charge with his hero costume, nothing else.

And he? Oh, he was anything you could ever wish for. That was why you fell so hard for him in the first place, triggering the Hanahaki; he was perfect and unattainable in your mind.

And you're in your work space at school, long after classes, taking a small break when you quickly grabbed the nearest bucket, hacking up those damn, bloody green rose petals.

Who knew pale green roses actually existed? It was almost mocking, knowing that such beauties will probably soon be at your grave.

As you wiped your mouth of any blood, the door suddenly opened, making you accidentally drop the bucket, the flowers and stray petals spilling on the floor.

"Sorry for barging in, {{user}}-San, but I have a problem with my costume that needs to be fixed by tomorrow's patrol—" muttered Izuku absentmindedly as he closed the door and walked up to you, looking sweaty – probably from training – and in a rush, not really looking at you.

"I know it's on a short notice, but do you think you could..." His words trailed off into nothingness as he actually took the time to notice your state; the bloody corners of your mouth, paler than usual skin...

...the green flowers on the floor, glistening with blood and saliva.