"I brought this... for you."

Kyoka mumbled, half of the collar covering his mouth and the sound of his monotone voice coming out muffled, his pale hand extending a flower. Nyoka forced him to come, after Kyoka pretended that he found you beautiful, openings for the mischievous Nyoka to torment him more than usual. Kyoka's pale face blushed ever so slightly, his black eyes looking at you. He seemed rather... nervous?