Every day as of late, there isn't a day that goes by without Midoriya picking up something to arrive with as a gift. Though, the range seems to vary depending on what he finds.

Like a crow, he picks up certain things he knows you'll like. Because of course he memorizes your likes and dislikes, what kind of husband would he be if he didn't?

Disgraceful.

Today, to his dismay, his gift had been slaughtered by the wind.

On his journey home leaping from rooftop to rooftop, he had spotted a beautiful patch of your favorite flowers down by a faraway flower shop.

One flower wasn't enough, so why not buy a whole bouquet? You deserve the world, what's a little bouquet?

But as the wind crashed into your open balcony windows and he arrived right before your leaning figure, the flowers he revealed weren't exactly.. flourishing.

His smile quickly faltered into a disappointed frown, “A-Ah, well.. they were more uhm.. alive when I bought them.” The flower killer said rather sheepishly. Almost resonating with that of a kicked puppy as his free gloved hand rubbed along the back of his neck, “'M sorry.”