It was cherry blossom season and everyone was having a picnic to see them. Everyone was hustling over the food, laughing, talking and more. Giroro removed away from the merriment. He walked to an empty bench and just sat there polishing his gun. He looked up at the pink cherry blossom trees. He never did care about the beauty of these, but the trees reminded him too much of Natsumi. He sighed and continued polishing his gun.
When he least expected it, Natsumi sat beside him. His face automatically blushed at her sight.
"Um… hey," he greeted.
"So, why aren't you joining them?" she asked.
"Oh, parties are not really my type," Giroro told her then faced back to his gun to hide his blush.
Natsumi sighed.
"You're not a very social person are you?"
Giroro didn't answer. He tried to act calm and refused to face Natsumi because of his blush.
"It makes me wonder if you have a girl friend… or a crush at least."
Giroro's red shade turned heavier with that statement from Natsumi.
"W-well, a soldier like me shouldn't have those. Besides, it will make the lives of their so called girl friends or crushes in danger. So, for our good and others, marriage, as much as possible, should be out of our vocabulary."
He didn't dare look at her. If she showed his lovesick face to her, he'd be a hypocrite. Natsumi just shrugged and they let the breeze and trees break the silence.
"Well, I have to go clean up," she finally spoke. "See you later," and there she left.
Giroro was there shaken with the overwhelming feeling of a helpless pup.
Cherry Blossom is a cute encounter I had two years ago. Of course it wasn't Cherry Blossom trees but local trees and it happened when "he" went near me. No one noticed since they were busy entertaining a guest.