"It's been getting warmer out," Piko said, idly wrapping some thin wire around a thick wooden stick. Len only hummed in reply, eyes fixed on his boyfriend's slender fingers working away with practiced ease. "Well, I guess it is April already," Piko continued his musings, his wrists moving in hypnotising tandem.

"Spring's nice," Len mumbled, if only to add anything at all. Lazy mornings like this one were getting rarer, with temperatures rising- they'd been busier than usual with things like restocking and decorating, now that springtime had come around. People were falling in love with nature all over again. (According to Piko, it was a recurring thing that was set to repeat every year.)

The sunlight spilling into the store, bright and early, bathed everything in a warm glow. It was an easy feeling to get lost in, Len supposed; yet, he was lost elsewhere. Some of the light had gotten caught in Piko's endless lashes, and then scattered across his cheeks like glass shards.

"You're staring, you know," the florist sighed and put the now wound-up wire down. As he looked at Len, the sun caught in his eyes this time, tinting them different shades of ocean green. Len wondered if Piko realised that not-staring was too difficult a task for him to accomplish.

"Sorry, you're just very pretty," he replied, as earnest as he could get, only to be rewarded with blush-stained, bashful smile. God, Piko's smile was the prettiest thing. Len couldn't help but wonder- on a very fleeting thought, at that- what it would feel like to have it pressed against a smile of his own.

"May I kiss you?"

Piko blinked at him owlishly for a second. Then, he cast his gaze downwards, whilst his tongue darted out from between his lips to wet them. Naturally, that particular action attracted Len's attention. "I mean," Piko began, and peeked back up, "it's not like I'm opposed."

Len swallowed hard, then nodded. "The first one is supposed to be awkward, right?" he breathed, leaning forward just a bit, inch by inch. Piko nodded absentmindedly with his expression dazed and his eyes glued to Len's mouth. "Okay, then," he tried adding, but the sounds were swallowed up by Piko's lips softly pressing against his.

They were rough and chapped, yet not at all unpleasant to feel, Len found, while the breaths they shared between the two of them tasted vaguely of toothpaste and too strong coffee. Piko's nose poked his cheek, as his hand, for lack of a purpose, clasped Len's on the countertop.

"Alright?" Piko whispered the second they parted, still close enough for Len to feel his lashes fanning across his cheek.

"Very alright," he replied, hushed and breathless, as if not to make their initimate little bubble of early sunshine and rosy cheeks burst. Piko smiled, pressing another brief kiss to Len's mouth, so quick he couldn't as much as reciprocate, before- honestly way too soon for Len's taste- backing away.

"Well, back to work I go," he sing-songed, then, and spun on his heels to tend to some flower or another, pretending that he wasn't acting giddy at all.

a/n: um. so. smoochie. but apart from that, i originally wanted to end this at 25 chapter, but bc of the flow, i just felt like a needed more fluff until especially the smoochies. so here we are. smoochies. i'll drag this out until chapter 30. some more fluff. then a sequel hook. bc i really? feel like i don't do this justice anymore. my writing always changes with my moods, so i usually don't write too much plot-like things bc they suffer from it. this does so quite a lot. if i go for a sequel, i'll gather my bearings proper before going into it. but yeah. 5 more chapters to go, for now.