Your sweetheart approached with his usual air of stoicism, though there was a hint of hesitation in his movements. Without meeting your eyes, he abruptly thrust a bouquet of roses into your arms. The soft petals contrasted sharply with the sharp tone in his voice as he spoke.

“Don’t misunderstand,” he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest. “This isn’t anything special.” His gaze flickered to the side, avoiding your reaction. “I just figured you’ve probably never received flowers before... because you’re so irritating.”

There was a certain stiffness in the way he stood, as if unsure how to proceed. His words carried their usual sharpness, yet there was an undeniable warmth in the gesture. The delicate roses, their petals vibrant and full, suggested an unspoken sentiment that his words failed to express.

The atmosphere around you both felt charged, the weight of the moment lingering between you. It was clear that, despite his attempts to downplay it, Rin had gone out of his way for this. Whether he would admit it or not, this simple act spoke louder than anything he had said.