Erika can't remember when exactly she started getting the roses, gorgeous pink and orange blooms that were always accompanied by a short poem or something of the sort. They showed up every Thursday morning, sitting on her balcony table by the time she woke up and stepped out to watch the final rays of the sunrise. The small gifts made Erika smile whenever she spotted them, picking up the letter and mouthing the words to herself as she read them, gentle words that spoke of warm affection.
She didn't know who left the surprises- the roses weren't native to Kanto and could only be grown in Alola or Hoenn because of their need of tropical weather to thrive, and the letters weren't taken from books or outside sources (she had checked the library on multiple occasions), instead written by the secret person on their own. Erika didn't worry about who it could be and she never tried to find out, her mysterious visitor would reveal theirself when they were ready, no sooner and no later.
That isn't to say that the grass-type specialist didn't have any suspicions as to whom it might be though, there were only a few people she knew that had connections that had access to the roses she received and fewer still that had the personality that fit the letters sent with them- three readily came to mind (and two other them were female).
As such, there was only one trainer Erika knew who fit the things she had gathered about them by her surprise gifts, only one person able to summon those words that made her heart race, and she knew better than confront him with it. He was never one for talking much, never one for flashy demonstrations, and she was content with letting him leave the roses and notes, content to gather the words and keep them with her as she went about her days until he stepped forward.
For now though, Erika just smiles as she picks up another note taking in the words before heading back into her room and sliding it into a binder with all the other pieces of paper, the rose going to stand in a slim vase on the table. The ravenette turns her attention to the sky once more, smiling as she does so, and doesn't see the figure in the shadows on the other side of the street.
Crimson eyes blink as a grin graces the young man's face, a notebook full of rhymes clutched in his hand and an orangeish pink rose petal stuck to his shoulder. One day he would tell her how he felt, one day he'd admit to leaving those small gifts and actually talk to her; but, for now, he would continue to watch from afar and write the notes, pick the roses and leave them for her to find, because seeing her smile was enough for then.
Roses and violets,
Both play in the wind,
Daisiesh are known for desire.
Someday I know that I'll see you again,
My love for you burns like a fire.
A/N: I haven't abandoned 'Journey of the Heart' or 'From Earth to Sky, From Sea to Sun', a friggin bunny bit me and I had to write this instead. Kudos to anyone who can correctly guess who Erika's secret admirer is.