Hayate
Hayate was given until the age of thirty to live.
It was no ones fault he had the condition he had, it was a freak, literally one in three million, as the medic-nin had told him and his mother when he went for a check-up when he was four. He remembers her sad face and soft eyes.
"I'm so sorry, Hayate…but…you cannot be healed…"
Hayate had always accepted it as fact. He would die, and his illness would kill him. He decided to fall in love early, he decided to live life to its fullest, so that by thirty he was happy to die.
He is twenty-three.
"You'll…you'll be dead, by thirty at least."
Hayate coughs and blood comes out, but he knows it is not from his condition. He realises, suddenly, that he is twenty three, and he will remain twenty-three forever.
Baki drives the sword into his heart and Hayate smirks.
She said he'd be dead by thirty.
With his last breath he coughs out a laugh, "…Liar…"