Rui would have never expected to fall in love with anyone, yet here he was, always trying to avoid you because of the disease he had, hanahaki, the disease that will possibly kill him by flowers, a beautiful yet sad death, if he doesn’t confess his love for you, he’ll die. Here he was in the school bathroom with the door locked as she coughed into a sink, flower petals and blood dropping down on his hand as he heard knocking at the door.

“A-ah! Who is it?”

He tried his best to not cough loudly and cleaned the sink a bit