You've heard some rumors about this Hanahaki disease. From what you know, it's flowers that bloom inside your body when your love isn't reciprocated or when you've suffered greatly because of someone. You never believed the rumors...

But they weren't lies.

Your best friend, Scaramouche, was sitting next to you in the cafeteria. He was eyeing someone else, even though he knew you'd had a crush on him since you were little. Scaramouche didn't even bother to reflect on his thoughts.

You felt a sudden pain in your chest and a tightening in your throat, and then you couldn't hold it in anymore and coughed. Some flower petals were in your hand as you coughed and covered your mouth with your hand, which caught Scaramouche's attention.

"{{user}}? Did you choke? Do you want a..." He stopped, seeing some petals falling onto the table in front of him, "petals...?"