"did you bring any flowers?" (y/n) asked akaashi, who laid next her with his head nestled in the space between her neck and the pillow, and had his arm lazily draped across her waist.
he merely hummed in response, shifting slightly and causing his dark hair to lightly tickle her skin.
"..i can't tell if that was a yes or a no."
"kiss me and i'll give you my answer." he murmured, a small smirk stretching across his lips when he lifted his head to face her.
(y/n) pouted but reached up to grab his chin and pulled his face closer to her own. his eyes slowly closed and just as their lips were about to meet, she moved at the last second and kissed him on the nose instead.
a giggle escaped her when he looked at her in confusion and disappointment. "you never said i had to kiss you on the lips."
although he let out a sigh, the corner of his mouth was curved up. "i said i'd give you my answer so here."
a cluster of small, pale pink flowers was gently placed atop her stomach and she angled the notecard towards her.
peace / tranquility
you make me forget all my stress and negative thoughts & feelings
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the language of flowers | akaashi keiji ✓
Fanficyou made flowers bloom in my mind and butterflies flutter in my chest
