The first time it happened, Castrilla didn't know how to react.

It began two days ago, when it had already been a perfectly morning for her; she's woken up a bit earlier than the others, taken a stroll to get some fresh air, said some 'hello's to some of the neighbors, and even did some yoga to get herself ready for some more training. Her routine ended once again when she returned to their flat, seeing the boys already up and giving them her greetings, and approached the bedroom.

That's when she spotted it.

A single red rose, resting neatly in the middle of her pillow.

It was a real eye catcher, for one it clashing with its surroundings, making it seem to pop out. As if she were drawn to it, she took a few steps forward, picking it up to examine it more closely. It was a beautiful rose; it had all its petals, them being in mint condition. The stem was elongated elegantly, thornless, with a lone leaf to compliment the flower. She brought it closer to notice the enriching scent it held, nothing like those cheep perfumes that claim to be the same; no, this was genuine.

It was definitely something peculiar to take in, but one thought was for sure in Cas' mind, her face twisting slightly into a questioning look.

Who would give her something this elaborate without letting her know?

...

The second time, Castri felt a pang of determination hit her into figuring out who it was.

It was only yesterday when she woke up early in the morning once again, but this time, she skipped her routine for keeping watch of the flat. The second she got up, she patrolled the area, seeing if there was a possibility of someone coming in while she was away. She was pretty confident in herself in her ability to keep a keen eye without any distractions whatsoever.

Unfortunately, her stomach didn't agree with her that time, and it made her make a quick stop to the kitchen to grab a snack. The moment she came back to the room with a pack of 'Cheesy Dibbles' in her hand, there laid the second rose in its expected spot.

Cas sighed frustratingly; she was actually hoping on at least catching a glimpse of the mysterious gift giver. It not like she was going to hurt them or anything, but she just wanted to know their reason. She guessed that it would have to wait until next morning.

But in the corner of eye, she swore she saw a oddly familiar shade of black slip past through the door.

...

The third time, it brings us to today.

Castri still woke up early, but she decided to occupy her mind on something else for once. Which could explain why she was currently curled up on the couch reading one of the novels she's kept in her stash, one hand holding the book and the other resting on her side.

It was a few minutes into her reading when she felt some extra weight on the couch, nearly jumping out of her skin because of it. She took a quick glance to the side only to discover that one of the guys awake, looking the other way from her view. His hair was a bit unkept, which probably meant that he just got up, and he didn't have his outer suit on but was wearing his white polo, a much more casual attire that he preferred. It didn't take her that long to know who it was though.

"Mornin' Skipper." She chimed, eyes still locked onto the novel. There was no reply from the other however, which she considered strange for a while, but was quickly reabsorbed into her book. She guessed that he must've wither been half-asleep, or probably has something important going in his mind.

It must've been a solid few minutes of silence until Cas felt extra light weight on the couch again, this time on her resting hand.

She suddenly froze, recognizing its texture all too well.

It was a rose.

Her green eyes darted downwards, seeing the rose being placed on her hand by another. She followed its direction, a sudden heat rising up to her cheeks and heart nearly leaping out of her chest when she discovered it was Skipper's. He had his head turned to face the other way, but she was sure that his face was as red as hers by now, maybe even more.

She connected the dots together with the conclusion of him being the one who left those roses. Cas blinked a few times, the heat slowly subduing and a flattered smile stretching across her face with ever so subtle hint of mischief. She placed down her book by the side and used her now free hand to lightly tap onto her friend's shoulder. A brief sigh could be heard, and Skipper turned his head, opening his mouth for second in attempt to say something-

-only to be cut off with a pair of warm lips meeting his.

His blue eyes shot open with shock, his whole body entering a petrified state.

While the kiss was quick, for Cas had quickly pulled away after a second, it was purely tender, a hint of passion running along the edges. The leader simply sat there, trying to process the whole thing but to no succes. Castri just sat there, laughing silently to herself at the sight of her usually cool-headed, smug friend looking so dazed and lost at words. But she meant everything she's done.

For all along she knew that those roses came with meaning.

Some kind of AU moment, I guess? I wouldn't say that this was a canon moment in my storyline cause like, it was kinda like a love confession right there, but I had something different in mind for it so, yeah, this is an AU moment. Hell is this even considered a Drabble anymore? It's freaking long. Oh well. XD

Wasn't able to include some author's notes in my previous chapters, but please rate and review and stuff, thanks!