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Lily
A flower that also is doubled as a name and nickname. Due to there higher pollen count if ever swallowed it could make ones throat close up along with other allergy symptoms.
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Denki POV:

House arrest. They gave me house arrest. Well, technically, they are forcing me to stay home and rest. And that's what I have been doing, for a whole week.

If only I didn't fall asleep. If only I didn't lay on Shinso. If only I didn't run. If only I was able to hold in the flowers. If only.... then I wouldn't be in this mess.

My heart starts to pick up speed and I felt the all too familiar feeling tickling my throat. I shouldn't have thought about laying on him- god I'm thinking about it now and I can't stop. The feeling of his arms wrapped around my-

My hand shoots up to my neck as I feel something lodge in my throat. This is different from the coughs even the really bad ones. I never went though this even though it's my third time getting the disease. I start clawing as all my air cuts off and tears blur my vision. My head feels like it's going to explode. Black dots appear and I fall from my bed with a thud.

I'm not ready! I don't want to die!

Then why do you cut? Because you love living so much?

Shinso POV

I turn the knob on the stove and the water starts heating up.

My dad is having me stay home to keep an eye on Denki, not that he would have to tell me to.

I sigh. Denki refused to tell me who was causing him this much pain. Who is worth dying for.

"I wouldn't love them if they weren't worth dying for."

That's what he said. That he was willing to die for the jerk who was putting him through so much pain. I hated him.

The water stared boiling and I added two blocks of Raman. I added some seasoning.

Of course he hasn't been eating. Like at all. With him being as sick as he is he now needs to eat more then ever. I hope he'll eat the food I'm making.

I pick up a spatula and I start to stir.

Sunflowers? Who is the jerk that likes sunflowers as there favorite flower? I would be lying if I said I didn't hope that it was me. That he liked me and I liked him and we would end up together. I only like sunflowers because they remind me of him and we both would laugh about all of this in hind sight. Oh course that's not what's happening. He loves someone else and not me.

Thud.

My brows furrow as I look up wondering who caused the sound when I remembered me and Denki were the only ones home alone. I drop the spatula and run.

Denki be okay.

Denki please don't be hurt.

I can't handle you being hurt you have to be okay.

You have to.