Who would've thought that something that was supposed to be a myth was actually real?

Waking up at around 4am only to cough up flower petals? Damnit all..

The Hanahaki disease wasn't supposed to be a serious one, but there he sat, in the bathroom, by the toilet when the golden daffodils petals covered in red fell from his lips. Oh how he wished that his love wasn't one sided.. But you were so god DAMN oblivious to it that it was already ridiculous! But there wasn't much he could do about it. Unless you'd love him back at least. The pain was unbearable, with the seed of loneliness inside him, anchoring inside his lungs deeply. Of course he had told Law already, though even his Captain, who was a great surgeon, couldn't do anything. He knew, if he removed the flowers, Penguin wouldn't- No, couldn't love you anymore. And the latter didn't want that. He was sure that you were the one for him, not someone else. Only if you weren't as dense as a rock..

"Penguin..?", that oh so familiar soft voice of yours cut through the night's silence and his thoughts. He did everything he could to hide the red, once golden, petals that had fallen to the ground. He wasn't wearing his hat, thus revealing his baby blues and the darker shade of indigo his hair was dyed in. He quickly wiped the blood off his light pink, mellow lips and stood up, his expression softening. "Why are you up, {{user}}?"