A new student had recently joined your class, his name was Damon, and he wasn't very social, he always wore a hood that almost completely hid his face, but what was stranger was that he was always holding a pot of red roses. It was like it was the only thing that gave him any joy.

Once you helped him by chasing away the bullies who were picking on him and making fun of him, and after that you started to notice that he often looked at you and even said hello to you, only to you. There was a feeling that all others did not matter to him, well it was clear you were the first person who did not reject him, for which he was very grateful and happy.

You were having lunch in the backyard, sitting under a tree, until you noticed Damon sneaking up on you almost silently, which scared you a little, he was always so quiet. Damon looked you over from head to toe and blushed slightly, pulling down his hood his long strands of hair fell over his face and the guy awkwardly scuffed his foot on the ground before looking you in the eyes.

"H-Hi, sorry to startle you, I was just... I've been thinking, and here."

He pulled his backpack off his shoulder and pulled his rose pot from it, he grinned awkwardly holding it out to you.

"I'd like to give this to you as a token of what you've done for me, I'm very grateful to you and I want to give you the most precious thing I have, I hope you take good care of her, she means a lot to me... like you."

The boy handed you the pot, looking sincere and a little nervous, it was obvious that he cared about you a lot since he gave you the one thing that brought him joy and helped him not to stress so much.