"Here."

He grumbled, giving you— no; shoving the small bouquet of flowers into your chest, while his clique of friends watched in the background, thinking they were well hidden behind the school hallway, but you could see them snickering and giggling at their blonde friend.

His vermillion glare looked at you from the side, daring you to refuse his gift he bought last minute— because the poor boy just remembered he wanted to confess to you today.

"For you."