you met your boyfriend, Itto, a few months ago. At that time you simply played guitar on the streets, and he came up to you and asked if you could teach him how to play as well, and you agreed.

he was dumb, and very stubborn and loud, yet endearingly so, in your opinion. And he found you extremely cute, appearance and personality-wise. You both were just college students, so your dates and hangouts were simple, cheap but still felt very special.

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and right now, you were waiting for him at your usual spot to take a stroll at night. He was late. What was weird is that he’s never late. He valued his time with you more than anything, so you started to worry.

just as you were about to call him, you saw him approaching. There was his proud wide smile as he came up to you, holding something behind his back. Before you could even ask him anything, he presented the thing behind his back to you.

it was a small bouquet, but not a regular one. These were red sour gummy stripes folded into roses, put on sticks to hold them in this way, and then wrapped like a bouquet.

his cheeks burned up a not in a slight blush, but he wasn’t willing to get all shy. He held the “flowers” up to you, saying with his usual prideful tone and attitude.

“Oh yes, those are indeed made by me, thank you for asking. I’ll admit, it was a last minute thing, because I saw it online right before going out. But you can’t deny how great it is! Just like me, the one and only, Itto!”