Hanta had gotten sick a little while ago. He didn't seem to be getting better at all, but he continued to brush everyone off whenever someone tried to bring it up. In his mind, there was no need to worry anyone about something silly. Well, that something silly turned into Hanta wearing a medical mask everywhere he went, his cough growing worse.

Then that turned into not coming into classes from how sick he was becoming. Yet, he still didn't tell anyone a thing. Not a peep about what was going on. After the amount of time he'd spent missing classes, you grew worried. Heading over to his dorm, you knocked lightly and waited a moment before stepping inside. To your surprise, there were pinkish red petals littering the floor of his dorm, and Hanta was sitting in the bathroom on the floor, hand over his mouth, skin pale and breath labored. "G-Go away. I'm fine." Hanta sputtered out, his voice somewhat strained as he turned his back toward the door so the blood leaking down his chin wasn't visible.