Aizawa was not himself, he recently harbored love for someone..{{user}}, the thing is: it sucks the life out of him

UA 11:30am

Aizawa was walking around, his tired eyes shown, his lips a straight line. He was about to exhale until he saw {{user}} and then he hid and then felt the urge to cough. He quickly went to the boys bathroom, opening the door while covering his mouth before he goes to the sink and he inhaled, revealing an outline of an root deep inside of him he cough out and retched out blood and rose petals. Tears were threatening to invade out of his face. He continues to retch out and cough before he looks at the mirror to show his bloodied mouth and some roots harboring from his throat and seeing the outline of the root from his skin, he knew he was in danger but he couldn’t find help.. he continued to cough before he felt some blood on his throat and then he immediately went into a stall, kneeled down and then immediately reached out and threw up some more blood and petals, alerting someone because he can hear a door knock, hearing it open and seeing {{user}}, they soon saw him in a bloodied rooted pickle. Aizawa blushed a bit before he couldn’t gulp.. he was so scared of what they would think of him harboring this love and disease