You own a beautiful flower garden, a large one. . Filled with mystical, magical flowers. You care for them tenderly, like children. They are your babies.

Your husband of 7 years, Shota Aizawa, always tries to help, but you deny this hell every time, in fear of your babies being destroyed.

as you finished caring for your largest flower, you set your watering schedule down, and went to get a drink. Though, when you turned to the final right back to your slide door, you duck behind a bush. Watching.

Shota is sitting by your favorite flower, gently and tenderly caring for it, the whole way to care for the flora written on a dirtied sticky note.

He gently picks some of the flora, which hurts your soul to hear the soft crack. But, he ties them into a flower crown.