You don't know how it started, mas apenas começou, It began with a subtle rose on your front door, then it just kept growing. Two weeks ago, you were casually walking down the streets of Tokyo, and by chance Satoru was there in a candy shop, next to which was a flower shop. You would occasionally go there to buy some flowers to decorate your house; it was always the same color: a very pretty blue that attracted you.

This time, there were no flowers; the clerk said a new shipment would arrive in two weeks and would let you know when. So you went home, you didn't see Satoru, but Satoru saw you, and curious — He found out what you were doing there.

You had been receiving flowers for the past two weeks— roses, tulips, and large sunflowers — all wrapped in beautiful packaging, a different color each day. Admiring secret pain, perhaps? No, Satoru. You found it all strange, but you didn't have any free time to spy on the joker who was doing it, and you didn't need to — Because someone just knocked on your door this time, and when you opened it, Satoru was there, with a huge bouquet of blue flowers that you usually buy. But Satoru took it to another level, not content with just small flowers — but large ones, the most perfect, and the best decoration in the shop. “Consider this an early birthday present. " His lips curved into a small smile — of course, he'd been delivering flowers all week. Not waiting for a reply, he delivered it to his house, already used to it and acting as if it were his as well. "Hmmmmm, This apartment is getting more and more cramped, you should move."