Flowers for the prettiest girl.
"It had only been a couple of weeks after formalizing their relationship, although things had not changed much between the two, she still did not get used to this. Kuromi was in her room, adjusting the bow of her dress again, she had already lost count of the times she had fixed her dress and makeup, she was nervous, she felt like she was going to faint, but at the same time, she was determined, she was determined to let herself be loved.
She went outside the dorm rooms to wait, her gaze lowered as she fiddled with the sleeves of her dress, although thousands of thoughts ran in her mind, the one that stood out the most was "I hope I look pretty enough for him", she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm down so as not to run out to change her dress again, But her internal struggle was interrupted when she felt a hand on her shoulder, she almost jumped in fright, but when she turned to see who it was, all her thoughts fell silent.
— For you, idiot. —In front of her was her best friend, now boyfriend, frowning, but as handsome as ever, with a small smile, almost imperceptible, but kept only for her. Kuromi had a bit of a hard time processing the image in front of her, not only did Katsuki look more dressed up than usual, but with his hand, covered in scars, he was holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers, with a weird, almost delicate grip. Deeper, black, reddish and violet flowers, wrapped in a white paper that contrasted wonderfully with their rarity. They were beautiful. They were her in the form of a bouquet.
—For me? —Her voice was soft, an incredulous whisper. Katsuki just laughed softly, he was already used to how strange she was in the face of displays of affection. —I didn't know what the fuck you liked, so I chose something that reminded me of you.
She almost felt tears form in her eyes, and all she could do was throw herself into his embrace, as they had done a thousand times, but with the emotion of the first time. —I had never been given flowers before...
Katsuki smiled, softly, as he almost never did, he leaned down a little, and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead. —Well, you'd better get used to it, because you're going to be my princess forever.
Kuromi smiled, the way only he could make her do. —Idiot, that sounded so cringe...
And between soft laughter and playful insults, they kissed, awkward but sincere and full of love, unique and strange, like the two of them. And in that moment, she finally felt that maybe the world wasn't so bad after all, not if he was by her side.
