They had been showing up sporadically over the course of a few weeks now, seemingly having been haphazardly tossed over his garden wall. Tetsuya is bemused, yet doesn't see any harm to it, so he lets them fall as they will.
After a while, he decides to keep them.
The day's daisies droop slightly in the vase that Tetsuya has decided to place them in. It looks pathetic really. Daiki does not hesitate to point this out with a bark of laughter. Satsuki, on the other hand, seems rather perturbed, immediately dragging Daiki out and muttering things to herself, her usually kind eyes suddenly akin to murderous.
His arrangement grows as the weeks progress, becoming fuller every day, and apparently, Satsuki has been frantically spreading the news, quite convinced it to be "flower courting" as she's dubbed it. Ryouta's wails can be heard throughout the night.
The afternoon Atsushi stops by, Tetsuya is gathering up the day's falling.
"Kuro-chin would make a good florist," he notes, lazily munching on some chips, watching him arrange them just so. Tetsuya simply sighs.
And when Shintarou stops by for a visit to drop off Tetsuya's lucky item for the day, he simply rolls his eyes. Tetsuya is left perturbed.
The red-haired stranger shows up in the middle of the night. Tetsuya makes the unfortunate mistake of making eye contact through the slightly ajar door. He obediently unfastens the chain, somewhat in a trance.
"You did a fine job, Tetsuya." The man's voice is as smooth as silk, heterochromatic eyes gazing appraisingly at the vases of flowers scattered throughout the apartment.
Somehow, Tetsuya feels as though his life has gotten unnecessarily complex.
end.
a/n: this is super dumb. please take it with a grain of salt.