You just took a flower from a blossoming camp of sunflowers. The sight is one to behold, beautiful, to say the least. You’re there to stargaze, and now the sun’s setting slowly. Beautiful; orange, upcoming purple, blue…and you. You, enjoying it.

As a childish habit of yours when you get flowers, the thing you can’t restrain yourself from doing is…plucking its petals off one at a time. It’s just…an habit. So now it’s you, your flower, the sunset…and Kyoka. Sitting next to you.

“Hey. May I…?”

She asks quietly, offering you a small smile. Her eyes then move down to your hands, and she smiles a little more. Jiro herself plucks away one petal with a small giggle.