Roses
"All right, class," Iruka smiled fondly, his hand motioning over the table full of multi colored roses. "We were very lucky to have these wonderful flowers donated to us by many of the local floral shops around town, so that we could do a special Valentine's Day event for free. It works like this, you get to pick six roses, each color means something different. Yellow means friendship, pink means you admire someone, or that you have a crush on them, red means love.
"You can do this either anonymously or in person and you can pick any color combination of roses you want. So if you only want yellow, you can get yellow. If you don't have anyone you want to give a rose to, that's unfortunate, but you're not forced to participate. Everybody understand?"
Sasuke left class feeling a bit apprehensive. Not really because he knew the fangirls would swarm him with red roses – more of an annoyance, really – but because he had actually stolen a red rose and now had to give hurry up and find the person he wanted to give it to before he was caught. He had cut the stem off to the end for easier transportation.
Someone suddenly slammed into him. "Hey!" he almost gave the klutz a piece of his mind until brown hair filled his vision. Something soft and velvety filled his other hand.
"Sorry." Neji muttered, briskly walking away like nothing happened. Confused, Sasuke looked down at his hands and realized he now held two red roses, both cut off at the base.
He smirked.
