“is this.. for me?.” Your eyes flicked up to him, standing there stiff, face completely red, holding out a small bundle of various [F/C] coloured flowers towards you.
His eyes which have been glued to his feet the entire time, looked up to you just briefly to give you a light nod.
You smiled, and gently took the flowers from his hands. You stared at it in awe examining the each of the flowers, clearly hand arranged by the lack of consistency between the types of flowers and size. He did this himself, he did this for you. Your heart fluttered
“Uh.. sorry it’s nothing special, I really didn’t know what to do..” he mumbled, switching between watching you through his lashes and fidgeting with his hands.
You ignored his comment for just a moment, plucking a single flower from the bunch, then turning your attention on him.
You reached over and gingerly tilted his chin up to look at you, his eyes wide watching you and glittering in curiosity, you gently planted the [F/C] bloom in his hair.
“It’s perfect, and It’s very special, Genya.” You replied, finally.
It took him a few seconds to process what had happened, he fluttered his eyes, then he slowly reached up and touched the petals, his eyes then shyly drifted down to your smiling form.
You giggled “Silly Genya. if you’re that worried about doing this right, then next thing to do would be to take me on a date, right?.“
His eyes lit up “Y-Yes!!.” He nodded along with his words, the flower nearly coming flying out of his hair.
I come bearing crumbs!, not great but not my worst I guess , dunno, I can only write when I’m exhausted apparently.
