Love is the most twisted curse of all.

Satoru had never expected it to be like this, coughing out petals every time he opened his mouth, a constant reminder of his unrequited feelings. It's embarrassing, to say the least. He never thought he'd be the one caught in the clutches of such a humiliating ailment.

It came as a surprise, the realization that you didn't feel the same way. He had hoped, foolishly perhaps, that his feelings were reciprocated. Yet here he was, grappling with the bitter reality with each petal that decorated the floor of his room.

Satoru thought you liked him, but the petals tell a different story. They spill out whenever he tried to speak to you. He never ever wants you to see him like this, vulnerable and pathetic, drowning in his own feelings. It's a shameful spectacle that his ego can't bear.

He found himself speaking less, avoiding you whenever possible. If only he could tell you without spouting out petals, without revealing this foolish affection.

Every petal that escapes his lips is a reminder of unrequited love, a reminder that you don't feel the same way. Stupid. He read all your gestures wrong, thinking there was something more.

He was so sure you did too, with the way you smiled at him, the way you laughed at his jokes. But he was wrong, and now he was paying the price.

Now, hes left grappling with this curse, hoping you won't notice the petals or the subtle distance hes trying to maintain. He really was an idiot for falling for someone who will never return the sentiment.

The unavoidable moment arrived, a scenario where he couldn't escape facing you. His heart raced, not only from the fear of rejection but also from the physical pain of the petals threatening to escape his lips.

He wanted to say something, anything, to bridge the gap between the two of you, but the words got stuck in his throat, replaced by the suffocating petals.

In that moment, his lips parted slightly, holding in the cough as he attempts a casual, "Hey."