❝ 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗥 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗙𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗠 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗘. ❞
♡; In which Inui seishu, a city florist, visits his lover everyday with a bouquet of flowers.
" Every hour looking at you reminds me of a newly bl...
Costumers come piling in one by one at his flower shop buying every batch of his artwork.
Assisting and helping people over amd over again surely drained the energy out of his body.
Inui sat on the chair looking at all the sold out flowers. Most of it were roses, giving them to their family or lovers.
He exhaled an exhausted breath, An adult life really was stressful, even tho working at a small business like his. The month of spring travelled the earth and so does the want for any type of flowers that people need.
Brewing himself a cup of tea, he silently sipped the hot drink and walked around his shop. Leaves and wilted petals scatter on the tiles and vases are emptied.
It'd looked like a hurricane stormed inside the cottage shop. He groaned in displeasure, another cleaning for him this time.
He put the cup down and reach for the broom, sweeping the excess leaves and dirt in the process. Piling them and putting them in the trash he Proceed to wipe the glass window.
Wetting a piece of cloth he wiped across the glass in a upward and down motion, then after that he repeated it again but this time with a dry cloth.
He look at his work, 'not that bad' he thought.
"Fuck this I'm too tired to clean" he huffed putting the cloth and broom back to were they belong.
He slump again on the chair looking at the sunset from his window, the sky was coated in orange and pink that mixed together creating a beautiful ombre that spread through out.
His azure eyes travelled to a lone lavender by the side.
Its pinkish purple petals glittered in the light making it looked like a swriling pool of galactic stars.
Its buds were fully opened, sending tones of wonderful scents in the air. Inui decided that tomorrow that lonely lavender will be piled with the other flowers he brings for y/n.
He pick it up, and gently place it on the counter. Wrapping up a f/c ribbon on its stem.
Perfect.
He look at the clicking clock, it was pass 9 so its time to close the shop.
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Locking the doors he ventured to his motorcycle, which he thanked draken for fixing it. He started the engine and drove up the streets. The wind pushed through his hair, tossing it around.
The lucent city lights glowed in his background, passing by each buildings and turning roads. He turned one last time arriving at his street and his home.
He parked his vehicle and walk to his front door.
Getting the keys, he unlock the door taking off his shoes he shove it in one of the drawers and weared his slippers.
"I'm home" he said to no one.
Cooking his so called dinner, consist of ramen and a can of coke. He ate it immediately and went to take a shower.
The lukewarm water splashed in his body, relieving him from all the work he did. Soon finishing his daily routines, he laid on his bed and stared at the ceiling.
"Home isn't home without you in it, y/n" he said.
The choir of the insects sends his eyes to drop close.
The spring nights were peaceful as they did.
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