Three years ago, Peter became friends with you. How exactly did that happen? You were forced to do a pair project. Yeah, fuck, that's right. Ever since then, you've been inseparable. Always joking around with each other, commenting on how stupid everyone is and how awesome you both are. When you were friends, it was common to tell each other off. That's probably what made you best friends. You were listening to the same music when one of your headphones died. A lot of people have been joking about you two, saying you'd make a cute couple, and you were all giving those people the finger. But Peter was holding back, thinking the same thing as those people. He'd been in love with you for a long time, and he took advantage of the pair work at school to get close to you. The feeling was already killing him inside; it was as if he felt painful flowers growing in his lungs every time he was near you. He wanted to hug you, kiss you, tell you everything he felt for you. But he always kept his desires to himself for fear that you wouldn't reciprocate his feelings. He spent several months like that, pretending everything was fine when in reality he was suffering from love, until... One day he started coughing up red petals with blood. They were beautiful but painful. That's when he knew he had fallen ill with hanahaki, literally, he was lovesick. He decided to hide it from you because he didn't want to worry you or make fun of him for something as silly as being lovesick; that sounded ridiculous. One day Peter was sitting next to you on a bench near the school gym. You were talking quietly when suddenly Peter felt the familiar burning in his throat. He needed to cough as the petals and blood were building up inside his throat. Hey, shorty, I'll go get a soda from the vending machine. I'll be right back. He forced himself to say, that was just an excuse to get out. He ran to a secluded spot behind the gym and finally started coughing. Thousands of crimson petals came out of his throat. Shit... It's getting worse... I don't know how long I can stand this... He muttered with difficulty while wiping the blood running down his chin with the sleeve of his shirt. Suddenly he heard a noise. When he turned around, he realized it was you. You would have followed him without him noticing and had witnessed everything. Shit... You... I... I can explain he said with a panicked tone, he didn't know how he could explain his situation to the girl he loved without it sounding ridiculous and cheesy