the language of flowers | akaashi keiji ✓

02 ❀ amaryllis

"keiji!" (y/n) exclaimed with joy when he appeared in the doorway.

the blue-eyed boy felt his heart flutter in his chest when he saw her smiling. "hey." he returned her smile as euphoria overtook his being when her arms went around his waist and her figure pressed against his.

he stroked her hair gently, feeling the soft (h/c) strands slip through his fingers. "i brought you some more flowers."

"is this going to be a daily thing now? you bringing me flowers?" she asked with a teasing grin that caused him to avedt his gaze sheepishly.

"maybe..." akaashi couldn't help the blush that bloomed in his cheeks and pulled out the flowers from behind his back. "h-here."

(y/n) laughed softly. "you're so cute when you're flustered." she reached up to kiss him on his tinted cheeks before gazing down at the flowers.

"they're so pretty." she gasped, running a finger along the thin, vermilion veins that were just barely visible on the ivory petals.

akaashi pulled her closer by the waist and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "just like you."

and just like the lilacs from the day before, there was a card attached by a golden thread with another heartfelt message.

beauty
everything about you is so beautiful from your head to your toes and from the inside out