v - day ! > 💌 : ACCEPTING. > 💕 — give my muse a rose.
JEALOUSY was an ugly creature, and Kazuhira felt it burn in his chest the moment he spotted the flower in Cecile’s hand. A rose by itself was unimpressive; but something so symbolic of beauty perched in the fingertips of someone who he found to be such a delight to the eyes was a sight like no other. He’d say that roses were his favorite flower, so long as she held it, but along with his infatuation, envy ignited from the same spark.
The rose had to be for Big Boss; he had no reason to assume otherwise, with how plainly Cecile had stated who she preferred ( something that baffled him to no end; sure, Big Boss had charisma, but what more did he have over his XO? Miller objectively awarded himself the victor in every other department ). He could see it now; she’d give it to him, giggle her irritating, wonderful little laugh, and start with all of the coquetry that would fall on deaf ears.
Big Boss didn’t know how to appreciate beauty like Miller did — another point he felt he won. He huffed, muttering something about roses being outdated, already preparing for the argument he would have with Cecile, later — they fought like cats and dogs, yes, but fundamental disagreement on most subjects was seemingly not a reason for deterrence. Why he liked her so much was a mystery that none could solve; the answer eluded Kaz himself, even.
With Cecile’s approach to him, however, his frustration was interrupted, like a fan suddenly blowing a stream of smoke away. He was careful to seem indifferent, only reacting when the rose was offered to him.
Suddenly, he loved roses.
It was comical, how easily his happiness was won, but he’d been less than subtle with his admiration, despite the adversary.
❛ — is this for me? You’re sweet…why don’t you swing by, later? I’ll cook you dinner. ❜
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