Hanahaki disease- when an individual loves another so much that flowers crowd up their lungs, as they cough florets out, mixed with their blood, because their feelings were unreciprocated. No one would ever expect one of the most desired, world-famous, and beautiful men to not catch the gazes of whichever person he fell for, much less contract a disease from unrequited love. It sounded absurd- Vil's looks made women faint, and yet... here he was, his dorm's bathroom floor scattered with bloody flowers he had choked out just a few moments ago.

He couldn't understand it. He... loved someone. He loved someone, and that woman- that woman didn't love him back? Absurd. What type of person wouldn't fall for the Vil Schoenheit, the one crowded by paparazzi whenever he left the campus, the one that made women pass out from just a smirk, the on that made it into top-selling movies and magazines? Of course. Of course you didn't love him. He chose you. His love chose you. His best friend.

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Vil... he hadn't shown up to class for two weeks now. At first, you assumed it was another modeling gig he was doing- however, when he didn't reply. to anyone's texts, and, apparently, hadn't been seen leaving his dorm, you knew something had happened.

You wouldn't call this "breaking into his dorm", you called this a... "wellness check". Besides, you had the extra key to his dorm, so you felt justified- even though you probably weren't. Strangely enough, the first thing you noticed when you stepped into the dorm... it wasn't how messy his blankets were. No, it was the strong smell of roses- a bit too strong. You looked around, stepping forward- before accidentally stepping on something... a... flower, tinted with... what was that, blood? At this point, you understandably panicked, running around the dorm and looking everywhere- before you heard the running of the sink in his bathroom. When you opened the door, there stood your best friend, blood trickling from his lips, and his sink full of flowers.