ever since haruka sakura saved you from a group of thugs a few weeks back, you were in love.

haruka passed by your little flower shop every day on the way to the school, and kotoha's cafe. and so, you'd always- not so discreetly, wait for him to walk by to give him a special bouquet of flowers you made for him every morning. just for him.

his oddly adorable oreo hair, his heterochromia eyes- you loved it. and the way he'd flush red when you gave him the bouquet; it was the cherry on top.

today was a new day, which meant a new set of flowers from you.

haruka walked along the pavement, hands in his pocket as his eyes wandered to your shop down the road. the tips of his ears couldn't help but grow a little red, the thought of seeing you again with that smile made his heart flutter.