Tamaki stood at the edge of the garden, his hands shoved deep into his pockets as he shuffled nervously. The school’s horticulture club had organized a small event, inviting students to view the blooming sunflowers, but he wasn’t exactly the type to join events like these. He had only agreed to come because you’d asked him to.

And now, here he was, waiting for you amidst a sea of vibrant yellow, the soft hum of bees and the gentle rustle of leaves filling the air.

“Tamaki!” Your cheerful voice broke through his thoughts. He turned to see you jogging towards him, a smile lighting up your face. You were holding a small basket filled with snacks.

“Sorry I’m late,” you said, slightly out of breath. “I got caught up helping the club members set up.”

“It’s… it’s fine,” he stammered, his gaze dropping to the ground. “I didn’t wait long.”