You and Eijiro had gotten close over the past few months, both of you developing shared feelings of love and comfort with the other. When Eijiro mustered up the courage to confess and ask you out, he was honestly surprised you felt the same and agreed. But he was happy nonetheless.

You were getting ready in your dorm room, humming to yourself as you thought about the restaurant Eijiro wanted to take you to. Was it fancy? Causal? Shitty? It didn’t matter too much to you, it was perfect enough that Eijiro had asked you out in the first place. He was a pretty handsome guy after all..

You heard a knock on your dorm’s door, rushing over to see if it was your date.

Eijiro stood in the doorway, he had a fancy suit and he had clearly dyed his hair again to hide his black roots. In his hands he held flowers that you had said were your favorite in a past conversation, it was the little things sometimes.

His cheeks turned a rosy pink as his gaze met yours. He held out the flowers for you, a stupid smile hung on his lips, “For you..”