[In the beginning, he was fine. Sure, he have his complex to face, but otherwise Yamanbagiri Kunihiro is the strong, reliable and hardworking sword everyone knows him as. The longer he spend time with his comrades, the more he slowly open up and feel at ease around them. That he accept his comrades' opinions and acceptance of him.
However, after a while of spending time with a certain someone, he started to feel ill.
A cough? Well, okay, it's probably because of their human bodies. He did sneeze when the weather get chilly enough. But it's when he coughs into his hand and lowering it that he sees the flower petals on his palm.
He gaze down at it in shock, before he throws the petals away in a panic. No, no, no, that can't be right.
Even as he slowly get better about liking himself, how can someone like him suffer from this... this illness? He's torn between hiding it, and being responsible and reporting it to someone. The Saniwa? Yagen? The secretary?
In his indecision and fear, he keep on trying to hide it. Fortunately, his cloak can hide the petals in his hands and pockets until he can discard them.]
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However, after a while of spending time with a certain someone, he started to feel ill.
A cough? Well, okay, it's probably because of their human bodies. He did sneeze when the weather get chilly enough. But it's when he coughs into his hand and lowering it that he sees the flower petals on his palm.
He gaze down at it in shock, before he throws the petals away in a panic. No, no, no, that can't be right.
Even as he slowly get better about liking himself, how can someone like him suffer from this... this illness? He's torn between hiding it, and being responsible and reporting it to someone. The Saniwa? Yagen? The secretary?
In his indecision and fear, he keep on trying to hide it. Fortunately, his cloak can hide the petals in his hands and pockets until he can discard them.]