A/N I am on my Easter break and I'm going to celebrate these two weeks with this fic. I don't have a florist shop in my town that I know of and all translations of the flower language are from what I found online so don't take my full word for them. This is going to be a two-shot fic and I'll try to write the second over the break. Anyways, enjoy!

Diana sighed, turning away from the small book she finished as her eyes locked to the small clock on the wall ticking to 3:30 before they glanced at the small bell in front of the doorway. The warm silence was calming at first in the first half of the day, where the times were fast and the heat allowed her to take a relaxing break with her reading but now it irks her.

Only a few people came in, regulars who wanted a new batch of bouquets, brides checking the latest batch and asking opinions, teenagers full of young love with a person to impress… The thought of it pulled a grimace to her face, her blond hair shaking as she moved out of her chair to try and find something to do.

The silence was never something to hurt her, often it was friend to her growing up. She didn't mind being alone either, especially not in here. She liked hearing the soft echoes of her steps, the warm glow from the window sills soothing her skin. The contrasting smells home and travel that tickle her nose mixed the fragrance of natural peace. But the presence of loneliness only grows more like an unkept weed when she helps make bouquets of love, beauty and promises of happiness. She grows tired of wrapping the classic roses, the red carnations and the occasional gloxinias.

"Love at first sight," Diana murmurs to herself, narrowing accusingly at the beautiful shades of purple and pink that fade to a beautiful white border, all curled up against each other like the furls on an elegant dress. "Who still believes in such a thing."

Blue eyes turn away from the Gloxinias catching the sight of small bundles of Sedum, a smile playing on her lips as the small petals brush the skin of her thumb, the purple flower heads all cuddled together diminishes the disheartened feel of envy and the growth of a crowsbill within her.

"It's a shame no one ever truly learns your worth." She muses to the flower rather than herself. The flower language is beautiful, there are many ways to say the same feelings in so many different ways. Diana sighs as she walks away, her eyes following the rows of flowers, all pristine and vibrant. She spots the cool tone of the red rose in its scarlet glory, always at the front for all to see.
Then the daffodils, shining in the warmth of sun sit a bit behind the flowers.

"Unrequited love, You're the only one, the sun is shining when I'm with you…" Diana's mind translated as she moved past them to the more unknown but more meaningful translations.

Her eyes catch the hanging white heads, arcing downwards as the flower heads flutter in the afternoon breeze. "Lily of the valley… sweetness, return to happiness, you've made my life complete." Her voice murmurs in the silence, it's such a beautiful translation even when no one knows about it.

The thought brings her to a saying her cousin tells her when she first told her the complex beauty of the flower language. "A rose may be a different name but it will still smell as sweet." She whispers once again, her eyes lingering once again on the roses at the front before it snaps up at the jingle of the doorbell.

"Oh thank god you're open." A girl gasped in surprise, gratitude on her face as she stumbles forwards. Diana couldn't help but stare at her, brown tussles of hair all messed and rush, her hands on her knees as she breaths air into her lungs. Beautiful brown eyes that gleams in the sunlight, morphing to the mesmerising sight of the setting sun. And her smile when she looks up and catches her staring. It's like yellow tulips bloomed through them.

Diana had to look away to try and catch her own breath and to calm her pulse. She hopes that the flare in her cheeks was only caused by the heat in the room and not by the girl who just came She glances at the girl again, her head finding vision else where when she sees her smiling back at her. "Do you need any assistance?"

The words seem to ring to her ears as the girl snaps from this trance, eyes wide again in peril as she races up to her, clinging her arm. "You have to help me…?" Her brows furrow in confusion as her eyes glance at her chest, eyes looking for a name tag that Diana left on the reception desk. "Umm?"

"Diana," Diana replies, tugging her hand off her arm unaware that it lead to her hand being held instead. The blush was slowly leaving her checks as professional mode falls back into her system. "And you are?"

The girl grins at her, another wave strange delight goes through the system. "Akko- and I need your help." Her brown eyes glowed stern and Diana can't be flustered on her determined gaze.

"Okay then Akko, you need flowers for?" Diana managed to say without a stutter or stammer on her tongue. Her eyes do look else where, finding solace on violets resting in a bundle, though she realised she made a mistake when her face blushes red again as her mind automatically translates the language, one that wasn't generally known or used by the public. "Violets- Given by lesbians or bisexuals to their partner as a sign to show their sapphic desires to each other, the giving of violets was popular between 1910s-1950s."

"How do you say I'm sorry in like flowers? Cause I did a huge mistake and Amanda is really really mad and I feel so bad because I didn't mean it and it just happened and-"

"I get the picture Akko." Diana nods, she was going to move but there was a comfortable weight on her hand. They both looked down, gazed in shock and looked up in the same speed, their hands leaving each other in the same time too. Diana felt comfort that she wasn't the only one blushing but the absence of her hand only caused her heart to ache.

Her head shook lightly, the knowledge that she still has a job to do forces the emotions down. But her eyes can't help but glance at the violets as she walks past towards the lavender tones of an Iris bundle across the room. She gently snaps a few off at the stems using her equipment that she collected on the way, "Iris can represent the phrase- Your friendship means so much to me."

Diana couldn't help but beam at Akko's soft gasp in awe as the light glitters within them. She has no time to admire, already focusing on the next flower, the roses. Blue eyes lingering on the deep pink petals of one. Fortunately she found time to remove the thorns before today thus making the extraction easier. "Appreciation is a good way to apologies to your friends." Diana advises, as she snips the stem before rising to her feet.

"But if you want a full meaning to say sorry…" Diana walks again to the middle, Akko following her shadow. She plucks the small branches, twisting the the stem with a small smile. "Olive branches would work well."

"They look so beautiful." Akko whispered, peering over Diana's shoulder, her voice brushing the skin of her neck and despite the warmth of the room a cold shiver runs down her arms.

"They should be." Diana agrees, walking forward to the counter to wrap the bouquet, ignoring the electric spark running down her spine. "Friendship, peace and admiration are beautiful things after all."

Diana looks up from the wrapping, her eyes blinking in fast surprise at Akko's curious gaze. "How do you know all of these meanings?"

"I taught myself it so that I can help people but when they come they already know what to pick so the transition is quick." Diana explains as Akko pays for the flowers. Diana ignored the sparks between their hands as they brush against each other as the bouquet is passed.

"So you're here on your own?"

"Only in the afternoon, it becomes quite dull when the regulars are finished."

Akko hums to herself, nodding as she walks away from the counter. "I see… anyways thanks for the flowers Diana!" Akko flashed her a smile, rushing out of the shop leaving Diana in a daze.

Back in her lonesome Diana laughs to herself, checking the time once again, even more amused that it had flown more that she expected.

"What an interesting girl…"

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When Akko arrives the next day, Diana's quiet world was shaken up once more.

"Dianaaaaa!"

Diana looks up as the bell formally jingles her entrance, Akko runs past the flowers on the sides, slamming both palms on the counter as she leans closer to her with the biggest grin.

"How do you say angel in flower language?"

Diana blinks, her head pulls back slightly, her brows furrowing in confusion. She was ready for compliments and having a small smirk knowing that she helped Akko in some way. She didn't expect a new request already.

"There is a flower called Angel's Trumpet…" she trails off, her mind trying to ignore the disappointment in her stomach. Instead it focuses on finding the translation of the exotic flower.

"Because of their size and unusual shape, the angel's trumpet represents vivacity and vibrancy."

She walks past Akko, sneaking a glance at her warm smile and suddenly the disappointment inside is replaced with the flutters of butterflies and rising heat to her face. Her eyes land on the artificial flowers, made of realistic materials as in reality they are poisonous as they are beautiful. "But it's part of the nightshade family and therefore is dangerous to sell in shops."

She turns around, handing Akko the dangling flower head, the sunlight seeming through the gradient of the head. "Oh," Akko whispers, face slightly crestfallen as her eyes stare at the artificial flower. Still she goes ahead and takes it from her, their hands brushing once again and the familiar spark tickles between them.

"I'm sorry that we don't have what you want." Diana apologies in hopes of lifting the frown off her face. Akko doesn't answer, her eyes narrowing as she expects the flower even closer. Her fingers going over the petals in slow critical motions, over the white start before the colour changes and becomes this sweet shade of pink.

"Actually, it's what I've been looking for," Akko grins as she checks the price tag. Diana blinks in surprise as again when Akko hums her way to the counter. Once again this girl turns the table against her and confuses her once more. Her eyes narrow as she looks at the back of Akko's brown hair and the little bundle near the top as she follows her but she still can't figure her out yet.

"Is that all?" Diana asks when gives Akko the change. Akko grins at her again, her head nodding. The sight brings a slight pit to her stomach and her eyes flick to the clock, the time not passing as much as it did yesterday.

"Oh but I'm not leaving yet," Akko giggles as she leans against the counter, twiddling the Angel Trumpet between her finger and her thumb.

"But you're done with your shopping aren't you?"

"Yeah…. but I want to stay here and talk to you more, also I want to know more about this flower language."

Diana looks at her with owlish blinks, a smile growing on her face, her heart rate increases and she prays that her cheeks aren't mimicking the temperature in her stomach.

"Alright then Akko, what do you want to know?"

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Ever since then Akko comes in the afternoon to her cousin's small flower shop and Diana could not be happier.

She no longer brought any big books to past her time, only a few books to help her teach Akko the flower meanings, even then they were rarely used. Sometimes she would buy flowers but the artificial ones that no one pays attention to, then she would twiddle it around the fingers.

Often they would walk around the shop, Akko would be observing her as Diana would prune and check on each individual flower she has on sale. Their discussions would turn to flowers, to something else entirely before it reverts back to flowers. Each time a smile would appear on her face or laughter would leave her lips. If Diana was lucky she'll learn a few things she wanted to hear.

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"Is it always boys who come in for romantic flowers?" Akko asked, leaning back on the seat behind the counter as the door jingles shut and the boy leaves them once again.

"Usually," Diana muses her eyes flickering to Akko's glare at the door. A thought sparks in her mind and Diana glances at the ignored violets on the shelf, the translation whispered in her mind. "Wouldn't you like it if a boy gave you flowers?"

The question created a loud snicker come from Akko, the crinkles of her eyes laughing where her muffled voice couldn't. "Nope." A sudden fire lit up inside Diana and only when she looks down and glances at the violets again she knew it was the warm feeling of hope. It gave her courage to ask more questions where before she would be content with this.

"So you don't have a boyfriend?"

The quick transition from laughter to slight disgust on Akko's face forces giggles to escape Diana's mouth, the silent but obvious response pushing her forward.

"Girlfriend?"

This time Akko giggles, tucking a brown stray of hair behind her ear as she swivels the chair away from her, her face as red as the roses at the front. "Not this time."

Diana looks at her, eyes brimming with relief as she looks away from her too, tucking this information for later as her eyes stare at the violets one more time. "Same."

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Though often Akko would point to a flower and ask for her translation.

"Woah Diana, what are these they look so pretty!" Akko exclaims, crouching down to look at them much more closer. Diana hums in approval as she looks at the flowers, staring at the white petals until purple or pinks colours the tips of the head.

"They're Lisianthus," Diana states as Akko brushes the petals gently. "They're often used in weddings and can be translated into many things like showing appreciation or gratitude to someone else." Diana's grin grows wider as another translation pops in her head, one that her cousin tells her about. "Though they're often used as a ploy to convince someone you're charismatic and charming."

Akko laughs, looking up at Diana with mischief in her eyes as Akko takes one stem from a bundle and pushes in gently behind Diana's ear.

"Are you convinced yet?"

Diana's face turns beet red, her mouth splutters as she backs away, it didn't help that behind the white petal the pink tips of her ears became more visible.

"I'm going to check if any flowers at the back need to be watered," she stammered as she walked away to the sound of Akko's laughter.

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Even more frequently than flower translations, Akko would try her hardest to make her think. To say a simple messages in flower language.

"How about beware the enemy is near?" Diana pauses in her watering to look at Akko, twiddling a newly bought artificial flower between her fingers. It was a white carnation meaning divine, more specifically good luck. On her other hand was her phone that hides the smirk on her face.

"I thought you said common messages Akko?"

"Yeah… but you keep getting each one!" Her exasperated sigh mixed with the shocked annoyance of her voice makes Diana chuckle as her mind clicks with recognition.

"Monks Hood."

"What?"

Diana slides her a smug grin as she turns to her. "Beware, the enemy is near, the flower meaning that is Monks Hood, am I wrong?"

Akko's cheeks huff and she turns away, mumbling something under her breath as Diana has a small chuckle under her breath as she turns back to do her job.

"Not to be rude or anything Diana but…. how can you say fuck you in flower language?"

Diana looks at her, "Are you just being bitter now Akko or have you given up?"

"I haven't given up yet!" Akko growls as she looks at her, her face close to Diana's once again. Diana could see the red fury and determination in her brown irises. "But I honestly want to know, can you translate my message?"

Diana puts down her water spray as she returns the stubborn look with a smug smirk. "Of course, anything to help a customer."

Diana moved around the shop, her eyes scanning the many rows of flowers as her mind skimmed through the translations. "Though I hope you don't mind getting a bouquet as there is no direct translation."

Blue eyes spark with knowing and a hint of mischief as she picks up a bundle of geraniums, "Stupidity," she calls to Akko who still stayed in her place. She collects another batch of foxgloves, calling our the translation again to Akko. "Insincerity." She gets another one, some meadowsweets hiding in the corner, "Uselessness."

She looks back at Akko, her cheeks huffing as she looks at her and Diana laughs under her growing bouquet. Her hand reaches out to get yellow carnations, "You have disappointed me." Her eyes catch the vibrant tone of orange and her smile widens even more. She plucks the orange lilies gently. "Hatred," she calls out as she looks at them.

She grins at Akko's voice calling back, "I know."

Diana rearranges the entire bouquet to make use of the colours as she walks to Akko whose cheeks are puffed with annoyance, eyes glaring at the bouquet in Diana's hands.

"You win…" Akko admits under a grumble. "You can get your prize tomorrow though."

Diana blinks in surprise as she looks at her. "I didn't believe we discussed a prize for this."

Akko murmurs, looking away with her eyes catching the lone violets on a shelf. "Do you have any artificial flowers of Violets Diana?"

Diana's face blushed scarlet before she pushed it down along with the lovestruck idea of Akko giving her a sapphic bundle of violets. "Unfortunately we don't, I thought you bought your flower already."

Akko looks at the carnation in her hands, a knowing smile on her face. "So I have…" Akko sighs as she checks the clock along with Diana, her heart growing dull that they were nearing closing time. "Well can you hold the violets for me please Diana?"

Diana snaps back at her with wide eyes. "What?"

Akko doesn't reach her eyes, her cheeks mimicking Diana's as they flare scarlet. "Just don't sell them… I got to go."

And just like that Akko leaves, messing with Diana's heart and mind once again, both in a mess she knows she can't fix.