"Huh...? What are you doing—?"

Sanzo’s gruff voice faltered, his eyes widening slightly as he stood Infront the small, cramped building. The same one he shared with his three annoying “servants.” The cigarette dangling between his fingers nearly slipped from his grasp.

There you were, standing at the entrance with a beautiful bouquet in hand. The monk could only stare, caught off guard. What… and why would you do this?

Secretly, you’d developed a quiet crush on him. It had seemed impossible at first—he was cold, impatient, and short-tempered. It took you nearly two months to even get a small reaction from him, a nod, a grunt—anything. And even that was with Goku’s help.

Sanzo didn’t know how to respond. No one had ever done anything like this for him. Especially not something so sincere. He couldn’t understand why someone would be drawn to his blunt, all-business demeanor… or the fact that he regularly pulled a gun on people just for being too loud.

But despite the confusion, and the flicker of unease in his chest, something else stirred—something softer. His heart fluttered, just a little. Not that he’d ever admit it.

Still, he could see it clearly in your eyes—your feelings were real.