Gifts
Serizawa Tamao X Reader
Serizawa looks up at the sky
It was clear blue with clouds lazily going across it. Basically, it was one of those days when he wanted to take you out and hold your hands as you looked around the shops and ate food together.
But alas, he did not have the means to do so.
He always believed that being poor made him stronger and that it wasn't something that he should be embarrassed about. After all, it wasn't like he was the one who chose to be given that life.
But there are days when he wishes he does have money. Where he can buy the things he needs and eat what he wants without having to worry about it. Where he can just spoil you with everything you want.
Because shit he was absolutely, madly in love with you that he just can't help that want to give you everything you deserve even when you never ask for anything.
You, who was always so patient with him. You who waited for him to accept your feelings, you who always reminded him to be safe in fights, you who always cleaned him up after it. You who never fail to make him feel so so loved.
He sighs before taking a drag from his cigarette. Watching as the puff of smoke floats by him, he racks his brain for possible gifts.
Just then he spots them. Wildflowers growing by the riverbank. They weren't big nor grandiose and weren't as colorful as a bouquet of flowers. But he hopes (He knows) you would like them.
So he walks over to it, kneeling before gingerly picking them from the ground and holding them with care. He stares at the flowers and smiles.
He hopes you know he picked them with the thought of you.
