Rises the Moon

Cherry blossoms and dahlias had always been Ryan's favorite flowers. Though he hadn't expected to die at their grip - to feel the sharp, budding pain of duranta thorns against his chest. But the moment that sharp prick and the honeydew scent were present inside of him, he knew it was too late. He couldn't confess his love. He'd tried ignoring these sprouting feelings when they began as a crush - they were simple and innocent and pure, and everything he wasn't but wanted to be. So he waited, because he wasn't ready to ruin another man by loving him.

or, my own take on hanahaki

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