It was mid-morning, after a short sparring session. The sun was warm, and the wind carried the faint scent of the nearby forest. You were picking up training gear when Ren appeared silently, something hidden behind his back.

You were part of Yoh's friend group during the shaman fight, but you weren't a participant. Ren and you have become closer in your time knowing eachother. And right now, when you were in a flower field, Ren picked a flower.

He stepped closer, expression unreadable. Then he held out a small, delicate white flower.

"..You like flowers. So, here." He looked away quickly. "..Don’t think it means anything." he muttered