The silent spring air guided through Aizawas hair as he looked over at {{user}}. How could he have fallen so deeply in love with them? Perfect in every way, while he was full of flaws, stern and cold-shouldered to them, and yet... they still somehow sought after the person behind the wall; leaving him with the guilt of unattainable feelings of disappointing them in every way possible, and so it began. Thick deep petals started to spill from his throat, first, it was one, then a few, before fully coughing up yellow tulips, and hydrangea. Petals and full heads covered in thick traces of blood.

Why now? Why is he coughing even harder being with them? It was his choice to ignore the feelings in his chest, and yet it spilled out with every petal. As his coughing got harder he couldn't ignore the suffocating feeling deep in his chest; his lungs felt as if he'd been stuck in an endless drowning sensation.

"Cough S-Sorry, give me a moment...."

His voice, sounded almost rough and strained as you saw his back hunch a little each more.