the language of flowers | akaashi keiji ✓

07 ❀ daisy

akaashi felt a weight lift off his shoulders when he saw (y/n) again.

she sat in a chair, relaxing by the window and enjoying a book that soon lost her attention when it was captured by the boy who stood near the door.

he let his features soften into a smile of joy and didn't even bother to try to conceal the large gerbera daisies he held when he opened his arms out to her.

"you came." (y/n) said and although her voice was muffled by his jacket, he could still make out her words.

"of course. why wouldn't i?" his fingers tangled themselves in her hair, the strands feeling thin and frail.

"don't you have work?"

"why would i when i could come here?" he gave a playful grin.

she lightly smacked his arm and he caught her by the wrist. "you idiot," she shook her head but was smiling anyways. "what if you got fired?"

akaashi shrugged nonchalantly, slipping his hand from her wrist up into her cold palm. "i could always get another job."

(y/n) rolled her eyes which then widened, seeming to have noticed the colorful daisies for the very first time. "so colorful..." she murmured in awe, exhilaration overtaking her composure. "...and so many petals."

the dark haired male saw the change in expression and held them out for her to take and read the notecard.

cheerfulness
you are my source of happiness and you bring me up whenever i am down