The little note in your locker was so messy and curt that you thought it was a prank. But your curiosity had gotten the better of you and after school hours, you had climbed up to the rooftop.

You yelped when a bouquet of allium flowers were thrust into your arms. Shidou Ryusei stood in front of you, his grin wolfish. He looked just the tiniest bit awkward.

“Heard girls like this shit. Didn’t pick roses cause they’re sappy. These look like explosions.”

Ah, that explains the note.