So...This is a day late apparently, but it's Tokomaru week! I was recently dragged into the Danganronpa fandom, so that's where this stems from :) You can expect more Danganronpa work (hopefully) soon, and I'll update this every day this week! Enjoy!
"So, Toko? What do you think?"
Even with her best friend's gigantic smile and hopeful eyes, it was all Toko could do to swallow a biting remark. "...It's a bunch of flower crowns. I'm not sure what you want me to say here."
Komaru nodded eagerly. "Well, yeah! I made one for you and all of Makoto's classmates!"
And that is precisely what Toko didn't get. "Why, though? It's basically killing a bunch of flowers for people who probably won't even wear them."
Komaru's smile dimmed a bit, and Toko cursed herself for being the cause of that. "I just thought it would be nice, that's all. Here, at least wear yours." She dug into the pile, picking out a crown made of red roses- the only rose crown in the bunch. "I used roses for you because I thought they would look nice with your hair. And I was right!" she exclaimed, positioning the crown on Toko's head, moving in closer to do so.
A thought clicked in Toko's mind. "You do know what red roses represent, right?"
"Hmm? No, actually. Why do you ask?" Komaru continued sifting through the remaining crowns, apparently grouping them by color.
Of course she didn't know. Toko wasn't sure whether she felt reassured or disappointed by this. "In literature and other media, red roses are symbols of romantic love. Not that I'd expect you to know that." She made herself busy nervously playing with a strand of hair, braiding and unbraiding it. She missed her long braids, but Komaru had convinced her to "try something new" and leave her hair down. She didn't hate it.
Toko's hands were stopped, covered by Komaru's. She looked up, Komaru's calm face mere inches from hers. "Wha-"
She didn't say any more. Or, she couldn't, not with Komaru's lips on hers. And, as much as she didn't want to admit it, she found herself wanting more after they pulled apart.
"Well, then the flowers suit you even more." Toko felt her blood rush to her face, no doubt matching the roses still in her hair. Komaru's smile was contagious, though, and Toko couldn't stop herself from returning it with a smaller one.
"You've been reading too many teen romance manga." She never said she'd give in that easily. Still, she gave Komaru a quick kiss on the cheek. Maybe flower crowns weren't so bad after all.