Akito had been working at the flower shop since he could remember. It was passed down from generation to generation, being a family thing. He enjoyed being around the flowers, sure, but never did he want to take control over the whole thing. It was exhausting and he was too young to be tied down. His mind would always wander, dreaming about the life he could have as a knight in the city. He may have been skilled with music and botany, but he loved the art of the sword.

Though, what could he do? Akito would be trapped there for the rest of his days.. unless he found a way to break the cycle. Until then, he would have to stay and take care of the shop.

The ginger was sat behind a desk in the flower shop he worked at, feeling bored as he waited for another customer to stop in. The shop owner’s cat sat on the counter next to the flower boy.

“This is getting old..” He mumbled, twirling around a cut sunflower in his hand.