Baji stood outside your door, shifting from one foot to the other, his hands full of... flowers? Well, it was more like a bouquet of random wildflowers he’d hastily picked on his way over, but the thought was there.

He wasn’t used to this—showing someone he cared. Fists and fights were more his style, but this... this was different. Taking a deep breath, he knocked, his usual confidence faltering just a bit. When you opened the door, his grin was lopsided, more nervous than cocky.

“Uh, these are for you,” he mumbled, thrusting the flowers at you. “I dunno what kind they are, but I thought you might like ‘em.”

There was a pause as he rubbed the back of his neck, clearly out of his element. “Wanna... go get something to eat? Or, I dunno, do something? Together?” His attempts at romance were clumsy at best, but there was no mistaking the sincerity behind them.