You can hide underneath me and come out at night,

"So, uh, what can I do for you?" the florist asked cautiously, reappearing from the pale yellow curtain he had slid behind. Kageyama glanced at the bright amber eyes, cursing under his breath. His heart was the sound of pouring rain, and the flowers around him were drooping in response.

Shouyou didn't remember to wait for an answer as he continued caring for the succulents hanging from the store's railings. It had been a while since they'd been watered. They shivered at the florist's touch.

The athlete couldn't help but be entranced by the movements the ginger was making, the flow of his hands from plant to plant, and over again like they were calling for him. He was a sun, a star, and everything in the universe was begging for his attention,

even though he was so, so far away.

The light across his hair shown through the dots across his eyes and the shooting stars across his wrists. Painted sunsets. Shooting stars.

"You don't talk much, do you?" Shouyou had turned his attention back to the starstruck male, tugging his sleeves down as he noticed where he was looking.

Without thought, the ravenette shrugged, fingers fiddling with the loose change in his pocket.

"Well... Here."

The florist's careful hands had picked up a tiny brown pot, moving to the athlete's side with quick steps. His fingers brushed against Kageyama's skin, and

he saw stars.

"This is an Echeveria black prince. It's like a cactus, kind of. It's got big, thick leaves instead of petals and it doesn't need to be watered often."

He met the boy's eyes playfully, a smirk on his galaxy lips.

"I think even you would be able to take care of it."

He went to pull away, his stained fingers drifting from the ravenette's cold skin. Kageyama flinched, gripping onto him tighter. His skin was so soft.

"Don't worry," Shouyou laughed, tugging away from his grip. "It's a gift."

And then the florist smiled like he was made of the sky, like he was happy.

Like he hadn't been happy in a long time.