Sep 28, 2024
"who are those for?" you ask, nodding towards the flowers cradled in nanami's arms. the bouquet is artfully wrapped, looped with ribbon to keep the stems from spilling out, each bloom nodding under its own lush weight.
he blinks, barely visible behind his glasses.
"you," he says.
you laugh.
nanami doesn't.
your laughter fades away, a star beneath the morning sun. "wait," you say, putting down your book. "really?"
he nods stiffly.
"i just didn't think you were the type," you say.
"i'm not."
"but—"
"but for you," nanami says mildly, "i can be."
