You noticed how quiet Ghost was around you, curiously eyeing the flowers you tended to pick when the two of you were either out walking in the park, or wandering in the forest for a peaceful spot. Of course, he didn’t say a word about what he had planned, simply going back to how he usually acted.

Just a .. distraction. But that was a couple of weeks ago.

He had planned a date, and had even bought flowers that you told him were your absolute favorites. With a nervous sound, he slowly knocked on your door.

When you opened it, the corners of his eyes crinkled as he nervously smiled at you, extending the flowers out to you with one hand.

“I found a nice cafe. Perfect for a date. Would you like to go with me?”