𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 | sano shinichiro ✓

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They say red roses are the flower of love; a symbol of passion and affection. The vibrant scarlet, soft yet intricate layers of petals, thick stem, yet sharp thorns. A beautiful, yet defensive plant. Such flowers brighten rooms and catch the eye, outshining all the other reds in the universe.

Red roses are the flower of love, a common gift in relationships. Be it a little boy picking one for his mother, a teen bringing a few to his first date, a bride throwing a bouquet of them at her wedding, or an old lady offering some to the grave of her late husband. This kind of flower is a staple to many, representing love.

So naturally, it wasn't a shock that Shinichiro Sano decides to confess with said flowers. To who, you ask? None other than the next-door neighbor and classmate, Y/n L/n.

"I LIKE YOU! PLEASE GO OUT WITH ME!"

The boy bows, extending both hands with the small bouquet of flowers in them. He's used to rejection, but this felt more serious. He knew the girl for quite a while; the two were good friends, yet not necessarily the closest. The noirette had always admired her however, and so he decides to act on such feelings.

With rejection already on his mind, the teenager automatically worries if it would be awkward between them after.

'will she ignore me?'

'does this ruin our friendship?'

'maybe i shouldn't have done this'

The girl on the other hand, is stunned from the sudden confession. Having just wanted to go home after a long day at school and already worrying about what to do after graduation, her mind was already tired. Still, she hums in thought, causing the male to glance up at her in anticipation.

'he's seems like a nice guy..'

'fuck it'

A faint chuckle reaches her lips. "I don't know shit about dating.. but sure, I'll go out with you."

The two teenagers start to chatter back and forth on the way home; the male shocked and female amused. The sun was out yet the wind breezy as trees and flowers bloom and glisten, the late-summer atmosphere so warm.

The date was September first, they were highschool seniors when Shinichiro confessed with a bouquet of red roses.

And the date was September first when a single red rose sprouted in both of their hearts, their chests nesting a blooming scarlet flower, keeping them warm and bright like the heat of the sun and glisten of the trees above.