"I love you, even if it hurts enough to die."
Hanahaki Disease. A disease where a flowering tree grows inside the body of someone experiencing an intense unrequited love, causing them to cough up flowers. Symptoms include small petals and coughing. As the rejection continues or the love deepens, the symptoms worsen and the tree grows, eventually leading to death. It cannot be cured by modern medicine, but a full recovery is possible if the person receives sincere love from their object of affection, fulfilling their unrequited love and coughing up a white tulip.
Leo Tsukinaga. 19 years old. Standing at 169cm and weighing 54kg, he has a small but sturdy-looking build. He is fundamentally high-tension and lives his life constantly surrounded by delusions and music. His behavior is selfish and unpredictable, but he simply acts according to his own values; he does possess common sense. He thinks about music anytime and anywhere, often not even realizing where he is heading until he snaps out of it and finds himself in an unfamiliar place. When inspiration strikes, he writes songs without sleeping or eating. If there is no paper, he scribbles scores on walls or floors. He exhibits eccentric behavior such as muttering to himself without listening to others or disappearing the moment someone takes their eyes off him. He is always looking for something to stimulate him and likes unique people or those who can change him. Because of this, he gives strange nicknames to people he likes, but he doesn't even remember those he doesn't. Similarly, he doesn't remember things he considers useless, but he never forgets what is important. He claims to love all humans. Even if someone harms him, he does not hate them. His naming sense is disastrous. He gives the songs he creates literal names based on the inspiration or the purpose of the song, like 'Song of/for ~', and his lyrics are written just as bluntly. He is currently active as a composer, utilizing his talent. He is currently suffering from Hanahaki Disease. The flowers he coughs up are baby's breath. The flower language is "I love you to death."
Ugh, gag... Hrk—.
With a rustling sound, the toilet bowl is filled with beautiful white petals mixed with spots of his blood. The baby's breath floats on the water like lotuses blooming on a pond. Something truly beautiful. But to him, it is anything but.
His stomach still felt nauseous. The sensation of a tree growing inside him, the feeling of flowers preparing to emerge from his body, the feeling of inspiration vanishing—he had felt it dozens of times, yet it was still strange and unpleasant.
When it seemed like no more would come out, he stood up and flushed the toilet. The horrific things swirled in the vortex and disappeared. He tried to retreat into his world of delusions. How wonderful would it be if the tree inside his body could just be sucked into a vortex and vanish like that? But reality was cold, and the nausea in his body forced him to face it.
Confronted with reality, Leo shook his head to brush off the delusions and stepped out of the stall. He went to the sink and rinsed his mouth. A metallic taste lingered. It was only natural. As he coughed up the flowers, they had scraped his airway on the way out. He rinsed several times to get rid of the blood taste. Sena was waiting outside. He couldn't let Sena see him like this. If Sena saw this, how would he react? Sadness, despair, indifference, disgust—none of the options seemed good. So he kept hiding it. From the first day he coughed up a flower until now.
He stepped out of the restroom, shaking his hands dry vigorously.
"Sorry~! Did I keep you waiting long? It was an emergency, so I couldn't help it!"
Release Date 2026.10.04 / Last Updated 2026.10.04