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𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈(𝐬): Junpei "Cobra" Hino x Reader (ʏᴏᴜ/ʏᴏᴜʀ) 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: drabble; fluff 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: gender unspecified(?); term "maiden" used
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"And what are these for?"
You stare at him incredulously, the lingering scent of roses, baby's breath, and marigolds wafting in the air around you. The priceless confusion and conflict in his expression made your attempts to hold your giggles fruitless.
"A gift, what else?"
"You sure it's not an errand?" Cobra gave you a wary look. Shaking your head, you tapped his chest with the bouquet, urging him once more to take it.
With a sigh, he takes the bouquet without brushing your hand against his. Your heart leaped, watching his stoic features tracing over the petals and stalks. Nothing but the whistling winds occupied the sounds. Right, it was going to rain soon.
"Thanks," he said. "You should go now, the weather won't be kind tonight."
You nodded, "say 'hi' to the gang for me." You scrambled towards the way to your house. When you reached a corner, you pressed your back against the brick wall. You let out an ecstatic squeal, pumping your fist in pride; slightly kicking your feet. After months, you finally did it!
You quickly cupped your mouth, looking around the area before resuming your journey.
Meanwhile, Cobra entered ITOKAN, treading to his usual table. He placed the bouquet on the table, before grabbing a magazine from the side. While his rowdy gang hollered in laughter from Dan's story, he couldn't tear his attention away from the neatly-arranged beauty.
Cobra was observant. He noticed the fresh small scars and cuts that decorated your hands. How long did it take you to make this? How many days of trial and error did you do to ensure this was perfect? He petted the rose petal, soft and gentle like your hands from earlier, admiring its shape.
"Ahem."
He shot his glance up, finding Naomi with his usual dish. Stuffing his hand in his pocket, he went back to his magazine. She placed the plate on his table, before crossing her arms. "And here I thought men were supposed to give flowers to the maidens," she quipped, "better step up your game."
"Shut up," Cobra rolled his eyes.
Not a moment later, all it took was Yamato's loud mouth to point out the flowers, before the entire diner went berserk.
