The scent of brewing coffee and the gentle murmur of conversation filled the air, a familiar balm to Kakyoin’s restless spirit. Ten minutes. That’s how long he’d been nursing this lukewarm cup, the condensation tracing cold paths down the glass. The reserved table, meant for two, felt a touch too grand for one, especially when the one was feeling decidedly… un-grand. To fill the quiet space between his thoughts and the ticking clock, he’d resorted to his trusty notebook, his pen dancing across the page, sketching abstract shapes that mirrored the swirl of his internal monologue.

Earlier that day, Kakyoin just finished a rather solitary lunch on the stone steps outside, with a half-eaten bento box beside him. From his vantage point, he’d watched Jotaro, his friend—being mobbed by a gaggle of chattering girls. And Jotaro, as ever, was an iceberg, completely unaffected by the swarm. Kakyoin had allowed himself a small, private chuckle, the scene was predictable, before returning to the worn pages of the book resting on his lap.

Then, a sudden shift in the light, a subtle eclipse cast by a passing shadow, had drawn his attention. He’d looked up, surprised. Two unfamiliar women, their faces graced with polite, almost shy smiles, were approaching him. Class next door, maybe? he mused, a flicker of curiosity coloring his usual detachment. They exchanged a knowing glance, a silent conversation passing between them, before one extended a vibrant bouquet of flowers towards him. In the other's hand was a small, folded piece of paper.

"Someone wishes to meet you at the location listed here," one of them explained, her voice soft. "Please, give her this as a token of her regard."

Kakyoin blinked, the unexpectedness of it all leaving him momentarily speechless. Flowers? For him? It was a peculiar turn of events, one that left him feeling a potent blend of confusion and mild amusement. He accepted the unexpected gift, a slight bow of his head a gesture of polite gratitude, as the women retreated, their quiet laughter fading into the background hum of the schoolyard.

Who could it be? The question echoed in his mind, a persistent hum beneath the surface of his bemusement. And why the flowers? It couldn't possibly be… a crush, could it? He unfolded the small note, the crisp paper a stark contrast to the warmth of the blossoms in his hand: "Meet me at this cafe after school!" it simply read.

He glanced at his watch, the hands steadily marching towards the end of the day. Outside, the sky was beginning to blush with the soft hues of late afternoon. A pang of hesitation, subtle but present, tightened in his chest. It wasn't often that such attention was directed his way. What could possibly have prompted this mysterious invitation, this elaborate preamble involving a bouquet of flowers?

Lost in thought, the gentle chime of the cafe door’s bell jolted him back to the present. He turned, his gaze automatically drawn to the newcomer. A figure entered, seemingly in a slight hurry, their attention momentarily captured by the glow of her phone screen as she navigated towards a table. And then, a flicker of recognition ignited within Kakyoin. The set of her shoulders, the way she moved…

Wait, is that… you? His eyebrows lifted in surprise, his gaze sharpening with curiosity. He’d seen you around, of course, a familiar presence in the periphery of his school life. His eyes, drawn by an invisible thread, then dropped to your hand. A small gasp escaped his lips, barely audible. And isn't that… a pack of cherries in your hand? The question hung in the air, a puzzle piece that didn't quite fit. What are you doing here, with cherries, of all things?