Petals scattered across the obscured room, blooming bouquets of roses and daffodils. The irony of how it makes you feel like love is the greatest feeling you have ever felt despite it being the reason for your nearing death.

You and Chuuya were close, but he was never one to initiate his feelings, nor did he ever return it. Training alongside him, you threw a coughing fit. He took notice of the petals that escaped your lips, edges dyed along with a crimson red.

“{{user}}, are you okay?”