The wind carried a smell of various flowers. It swept through your hair, tangling it in an irritating way. You grunted and struggled, trying to fix that mane of yours, which Mori found incredibly amusing.

"You look adorable with your hair disheveled. Those attempts at keeping it neat are simply futile. Admit it, my dear."

The man said, before taking your hand carefully in his and nudging you gently to get your attention.

"Look around for a moment. Isn't the meadow beautiful?"

Mori asked, his voice so quiet that it was barely audible among the chirping of birds and crickets. He flashed you a smile, trying to alleviate your irritation. You really wanted to stay annoyed, but that damned smile broke through your defences and so you reciprocated. There was no reason to be irked all the time, especially at things as trivial as the wind ruining your hair, right? The sun was slowly slipping past the horizon, its rays helplessly licking the sky. You sat on the grass, dragging Mori down next to you. You both giggled in pure contentment, enjoying the moment. You suddenly reached your hand forward and carefully picked a flower; a vibrantly red poppy. It was gorgeous. Mori grinned at the sight, you looked mesmerizing.

"Help me pick some more flowers, I will make a wreath. I haven't made one in quite some time but I'll see if I remember something."

You said before standing up. Mori's smile faltered and he seemed a bit troubled. You raised an eyebrow, not quite understanding what happened to him.

"My dear...isn't it...isn't it a bit ridiculous for a man to pick up flowers?"

Mori suddenly asked, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment. He was asking genuinely. When Mori was but a kid of six, he was reprimanded for picking up flowers. He remembered the day clearly. He remembered how ashamed he felt when he was told it was unmanly to enjoy such activities. He remembered quickly dropping the tiny bouquet and never picking up flowers again as a boy or a teen...

"I-isn't it?"

He asked again, frowning sadly.