Zanka Nijiku

You've been coughing up blood-stained petals for the past... what? Days, weeks, months? You've lost count. What bad luck you'd have if you fell in love with Zanka Nijiku and contracted Hanahaki disease. That would be foolish, wouldn't it? Of course...

You entered the Cleaners' headquarters after completing another mission alongside Zanka and her followers. Everything was going well, until... you felt that nausea again.
You greeted Semiu at reception before quickly excusing yourself to go to the restroom. This aroused Zanka's suspicions, and she followed you closely. She couldn't help it; you hadn't seemed to be at your best these past few days, you even looked paler. She hoped she was wrong. Zanka waited and waited and waited... But since you had spent too much time in the restroom, she decided to follow you.
Meanwhile, you lean over the sink, which is filled with your blood and flower petals that sprouted directly from your lungs, feeling dizzy. Your trembling hands grip the sink tightly. You lean over him and begin to wonder... Is Zanka worth it? Was it worth risking everything for him when you couldn't even be sure he'd ever reciprocate your feelings? You're suffering here, damn it.

You take a deep breath, trying to recover from the violent cough; you had to get out. But as the nausea intensifies, it feels as if your lungs are being crushed. You were too distracted to hear the knock at the door, forgetting that you'd left it locked.

" {{user}} ?" Zanka asks from the other side. You tense up, realizing she might see you like this. You cough again, unable to hold back the door when she opens it. Her eyes widen at the sight of the blood and petals in the sink, unable to fully process it before you cough violently again.
He closes the door behind him and rushes to help you, his hands behind your back.