sorry but i’m obsessed with bad news kyoutani secretly harbouring a crush on the you who works at the flower store and seems to effortlessly ignore him despite all his not-so-normal attempts at garnering your attention
exhibit a being kicking off a plant so the soil spills across the floor, exhibit b being loud and rude declarations at how boring working with plants must be — neither of which you turn to look at him for, only mindlessly bobbing along until you come across his mess or giving him a polite and unknowing smile
of course, the store owner scolds him and tells him to not come back. but he’s like a terrible smell that lingers and he even crouches outside to prod at stems and leaves until he gets caught
his friends catch him one time after school— calling him out on how he had told them he was busy but all he’s doing is loitering
some weeks later, he finally works up the courage to talk to you. directly. he’s been thinking about it for hours and hours until he’s fed up and decides it’s now or never!
so he approaches you, face slightly red and hand rubbing the back of his neck m. your back is to him, sweeping dust out the door.
“hey,” he says. “go out with me.”
you don’t even acknowledge he’s there. he’s a little unnerved by that.
“hey! i’m talkin’ to you, least you can do is look at me.” he reaches over to tap your shoulder and you jolt, genuinely surprised. when you turn, your eyebrows are raised but you warmly greet him with a soft smile and slight bow of your head. you recognise him as the boy who visits daily but never buys anything.
kyoutani frowns. “won’t ya talk to me?”
you blink. then nod, motioning gestures with your hands about what he needs.
“i’m askin’ you on a date.”
you tilt your head as if you don’t understand. kyoutani’s face goes red. he feels like a fool. ready to storm out and never come back, his fists ball.
the store owner takes it upon himself to finally step in, leaning towards kyoutani with an almost smug and knowing grin, “she’s deaf, kid.”
kyoutani explodes— “why the fuck didn’t ya tell me that, you damned bastard?!”
