"'cough' 'cough'". "H-Huh?" Asta stuttered.
"What the– petals.... ...and blood.....??".
The silver haired boy coughed once again. At this point, he had questioned himself if he were to die this time.
All because of something so trivial, yet it caused so much pain.
This happened whenever he would think of someone.
A certain someone who has been with him his entire life.
His childhood friend,
Yuno.
.
.
.
"Ah, so that's it.." Asta thought.
He isn't as dense and oblivious as you might think.
He may not be smart, but..
He knows that he... ...is in love with the raven haired boy.
'Why is this happening to me? Is it so wrong to love someone who is like family..?'
'To yearn for someone of the same gender?'
Such beautiful flowers, the boy used to think. But now the sight of them terrifies him.
He suffered for a week without anyone noticing.
He wasn't suspicious at all, being the usually loud Asta.
The pain grew and grew as days passed by, until...
he'd finally had enough.
