1950, early April, Tokyo Japan, cherry blossoms fell around you, the easy wind blew your hair perfectly.

You had just transfered to Nekoma as a third year, and you met Kuroo a few weeks ago. He asked you to a date at a milkshake shop, which you gladly agreed.

The doorbell rings and your mother answers the door.

"Uhm, is {{user}} here?" He says with a smile, but inside he's freaking out. He held some sunflowers in his hand, crushing the stems with his grip.