The inky-haired boy gazed down at the pathway from his house.
He's not here today, huh.
As he solemnly walked to school that morning the thought of girls never crossed his mind until one nervously thrust a few handpicked flowers in his face whilst a few onlooking boys mocked, saying it was improper for a girl to give flowers to another girl.*
"Thanks." He muttered under his breath. Not a single thing changed in his face, no glints of teeth, no shining eyes. A rather bored, stoic face as usual.
Red faced and giddy, Makoto placed a small token of his appreciation on Haruka's school desk. The brunette felt bad about not seeing his friend first thing in the morning like he normally would, but sometimes there were bigger priorities; this was one of them. He recalled the advice his mother had told him the previous evening as she cooed about the joys of 'young love'.
"Pimpernels. You want a friendship to develop into something more, right Makoto? Hmmm but maybe lilac* would be better. Ah, I remember when your father first gave me flo-"
The brunette's chest grew tighter as his two emerald orbs locked on the small figure walking into the classroom.
"Good morning, Haru-chan."
"Morning…"
Delicately, Haruka picked up the flower and played with it in his hands, twiddling the fresh stalk.
"Ah, Haru-chan. It looks like you have an admirer!"
A warm smile tugged at the brunette's lips. I mustn't let this mask slip. He mused to himself.
"Mmm, maybe…"
He glanced down at the blooming bud once more and set it aside. Boredom never once slipping off of his delicate facial features.
It was only until that evening when he placed the single flower in a vase when his grandmother commented.
"Ahh, a pimpernel. Looks like you have a friend who wants things to change, Haruka."
At the moment he knew, nothing more would or could convince him otherwise. It was Makoto who had sent him that flower.
A/N: I wrote this as a silly little drabble on my new Tumblr blog but I thought I'd post it here too. It's nearly 9am and I've been awake for 26 hours now so I apologize if this is sucky. But I just adore writing about the young little Haruka-chan and my brunette Prince, Makoto-chan.
* I wrote this in because Haruka's name is typically used for girls. So, I'm guessing in elementary the other boys would make fun of him and Makoto for having feminine names and in Haruka's case, a feminine appearance too.
* Lavender in the language of flowers means 'a first time love' so I guess it would apply to a silly little crush.