[Honeysuckle]

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The sun is almost set when Tsuna arrived home.

"I'm back!"

"Ara, welcome back, Tsu-kun!" Nana came out from the kitchen with a ladle in her hand as she greeted her son.

"Tsuna-nii, welcome back!" Fuuta also walked out of the kitchen to greet him while distant voices of Lambo and I-Ipin could be heard playing in the living room.

Tsuna smiled at the child and greeted back before Fuuta walked into the living room to play with his two younger siblings.

Nana gaze trailed to the small bouquet cradled in Tsuna's arm, she let out a knowing smile.

Blushing, Tsuna's mumbled his excuses as he passes his mother so that he can climb the staircase behind her and went toward his room.

"I-uhh... I'll come down after I take a shower. I'll help kaa-san with dinner."

"Ah, take your time Tsu-kun. Mama can handle it all right," Nana called out cheerfully.

Stopping on the seventh staircase, Tsuna turned to look at his mother, he shakes his head and smiled, "Unhmm, I want to help and mama know how much I like to cook with you."

Nana blinked as she stared at the back of her son, warm filled her heart and she let out a small smile, gentle and loving.

Really, she is lucky to have such a helpful son like Tsunayoshi.

-X-

Tsuna opened the door that leads to his room and switched the lights on.

The whole room brightened instantly and Tsuna would always be amazed at how different his room looks like right now compared to two months ago.

Scattered all around his room, there are a few flowers decorated nicely in their own unique vase that located at certain places.

He had the curtains drawn and tied back to allow the sunlight into the room before he went to school. Now that it is almost night, soft rays of the evening sky illuminating Tsuna's room. The gentle breeze gently slides in from the small opening of the veranda's sliding door.

One may think that Tsuna's room is messy but that's not the case, his room is constantly cleaned because one time, Tsuna had enough of tripping because of his scattered clothes, mangas and a few juices can that the brunet had sworn that he will keep his room clean and tidy.

It takes a few weeks to remind himself of cleaning his own room and now it had become a habit to make sure that the room is at least clean enough to not make him accidentally slipped on something and make a mess of himself.

Now that there are quite a few flowers make itself home in Tsuna's room, it gave off a serene feeling every time Tsuna walked into it.

Those flowers had never wilted as Tsuna was constantly taking care of each of it, it always looks as fresh as the day the brunet received it from his lover.

For a flower that had been trimmed and cut off from its main roots, the only thing that will make it wilt is the negligence of the owner. If it was treated with care, the flower may never wilt.

Tsuna walked towards his desk as he breathed in the fragrance his room emitted. A soft scent of mountain and forest since his house is near it and the mixed scents of those flowers in it.

Scents that make one feel close to nature yet also yearning for it.

It's a scent that Tsuna had come to love because it's a scent that was made from all of the flowers that was given by his lover, a scent that somehow reminded him of lingering memories of the past, of standing under a Ginko tree, of soft nodes of the person that peacefully fallen asleep under it, of his eyes lingering on a blond hair like a crown, of catching a fallen leave and of the beautiful sky with sun shower.

He didn't know why but really, Tsuna love the scent and also cherished the vague memories. It's like a part of the big puzzle that is his lover so Tsuna holds on to it.

As he put down the small bouquet of new flower gently on the table, the brunet wondered, 'I'll need to buy a new vase. Hmm, I wonder what design will look lovely with it?'

He then proceeds to put down his bag on the chair and turned towards the only vase that was put on the desk.

A tall, crystal orange vase with the now blooming beautifully red rose.

Tsuna smiled at the first flower that he had gotten and as he usually does every time he went to school and after he finished school, a habit that he had developed unconsciously over time.

He leaned forward, his cheeks softly dusted pink as he closes his eyes and gently pressing his lips against the beautiful rose.

"I'm home, love."

-X-

Alluring amber eyes stared, not in an intense glare or in suspicious, but in a daze. Shades of sunset adorned the iries, slight golden sparks can be seen when the ray of twilight soft basked on his person and those eyes held a powerful gaze, making the gazer bewitched by it.

He was sitting behind his mahogany desk, a few stacks of the school paperwork and his own homework was put aside on the end of the desk, the rays of twilight showering him and making his gravity-defying golden hair shine like a crown as he rest both of his arms on the desk and settle to rest his face on it.

Gentle evening breeze brushed against his locks and the person closed him for a moment to enjoy it before opening the eyes again to continue staring at the object of his interest.

A lone Red Carnation swayed slightly upon the breeze but other than that, it stayed still in its tall cut crystal vase and had been the main interest of the person for half an hour now.

He reached out, caressing gently the soft petals of the carnation and his eyes twinkled with love as a small smile blossomed on his lips.

'Red Carnation; yes,' he thought with happiness.

'Red Carnation; yes,' he thought again and again.

Giggles can be heard from him and he can't help but smile happily and stare at the first flower his crush —now lover— gave to him lovingly.

'He accepted me despite not fully knowing who I am,' he thought and the giggles died down and his lips formed a small smile, 'Beloved, you know who I am. I'm sorry for not showing myself to you. I'm afraid still that you would change your mind and think of me as nothing but a person that talks to you using the flowers. I'm sorry,' he looked at the only flower in the study room with melancholy.

"Are you done brooding at the flower as you always do every day? Come and help me with dinner, you lovesick idiot," a redhead walked into the room, he wore a dark blue apron upon his t-shirt with a saddle on his hand and the blond looked away from the flower to his friend.

The said figure nodded, getting up from his chair as his friend walked towards the kitchen downstairs.

As he was about to walk away, the blond leaned in and kissed the flower and another loving smile appeared on his face.

"I'll be going then, love."

In his mind, a name associated with the endearment.

'Sawada Tsunayoshi'

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[Devoted Affection]

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Flowers Meaning;

-Rose (red): Love

-Carnation (red) : Yes

Half Revised 11 July 2019

-Sky