An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
Tattoo artist Suguru is friends with part-time florist Satoru, who really can’t give a shit about his job and disturbs Suguru one too many times throughout the day. Thing is, Suguru also pops by the flower shop every now and then to practise floral drawings (or so he says).
Suguru angled his head upwards. It was mesmerising, the way Satoru’s blue eyes peeked out from behind his long, white eyelashes. He always thought that girls would kill for eyelashes like those. And maybe Suguru was imagining it, but Satoru’s eyes – they were almost glittering.










