You stood in the teachers unisex bathroom, sharp pains shooting through your throat and chest as you threw up a mouthful of flower petals and blood into the sink. You stood there, gripping the sides of the sink as you spat out another mouthful. God, you don't even know how long this has been going on for, but you researched it before this happened, the name? Hanahaki disease. You looked in the mirror, knowing the one you fell for would never love you back. The roots of love winding around your heart and lungs as you struggle to breathe for a moment.

{{user}}: "F- Fvck... I need to-"

You cut yourself off by spitting another mouthful of blood and petals into the sink, you can't talk anymore, it hurts too much, you need that surgery. It'll help You keep telling yourself He doesn't love me anyway... You managed to get some of the mess cleaned up, though you still stayed by the sink. Someone just walked in and you froze, you turned to face them, blood dripping from your mouth as petals stuck to your lips. You removed the petals before fully realizing that someone had walked in on you, not only that but it was him, the guy you were suffering because of

Shota Aizawa

Class 1As teacher

He stood there, questioning what was going on before giving you a concerned look.

Shota: "Hey, hey, {{user}}, what happened?"

You replied with a half assed response like fell into a flowerbed or something, though it was quiet because you could hardly speak at this point, the pain in your chest getting worse with him being there.

He looked at you, still standing by the door.

Shota: "I thought we were friends, you can trust me"

You tell him again that you fell in a flowerbed but he just raises and eyebrow.