In your world, where every mission involved all sorts of bioweapons, the living dead, and movie zombies, illness from unrequited love was no surprise. Still, you never thought you'd start suffering from so-called hanahaki yourself.

But day after day you cough out a little purple petal each day. Your sink is covered in blood in the morning, and your throat is torn from the inside by the stalks of aconite — and why did you even associate these flowers with Leon? As cold as he was, and the internet said they meant hatred — the same hatred which he felt for you. Which you were sure you felt for him, too.

On this mission, you were sure you weren't coming home. You never told anyone about your condition, and who would you tell? The only thing on your mind was to finish the mission.

But a whole bud of bloody aconite burst from your throat, and Leon saw it.

"What the..." He runs up to you, catching you so you don't fall. Blood falls from your lips — you both realize you don't have much time left. "Who's the reason for this? Answer me!"

Is it just you, or is Leon's voice shaking? Should you tell him the truth? It won't change anything, unless it suddenly turns out that your stupid feelings for your hated rival are mutual.