Thinking about hanahaki ritmob. Ritsu refusing to tell Mob who the source is. Mob finding out and trying, /so hard/, to love Ritsu the way he needs, but the flowers just tighten their hold in Ritsu& #39;s flesh.

There& #39;s a superstition that the type plant to take root has meaning, a bloody sort of language of flowers. Ritsu& #39;s blossoms mean: unnatural, immoral, wrong.

When Mob& #39;s brotherly love fails to save Ritsu, he tries the opposite: he& #39;ll be so cruel Ritsu won& #39;t be able to help falling out of love.

But what bad could anyone say about Ritsu? Mob ponders for days.

"I hate your shoes," Mob announces one morning before school. "They& #39;re really bad."

Ritsu sees through it of course. Bile and petals clog his throat as he falls a little more in love.