Jotaro held a bunch of daisies in his hand and stood outside the door of Kakyoin's home, ringing the doorbell. The daisies fit into his pockets, so he placed them there in case one of Kakyoin's parents opened the door. And one of them did open the door. It was his mother. She had the same hair color as Kakyoin. Thank goodness he didn't bring a bouquet of roses; that would've been strange to explain and difficult to hide.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"I'm Jotaro Kujo."

"Ah, my son's friend. He's talked a lot about you. Could you wait right here a minute?"

"Sure."

She closed the door and then opened it a few minutes later.

"He's currently working on a painting, but you can go into his room. Go down the hallway, the first door on the right."

"Thanks."

Jotaro went inside Kakyoin's room, where he was painting. His room was spacious, and his painting decorated the walls. Whatever Kakyoin was currently working on, he couldn't tell. His body was blocking the way.

"Impressive artwork," Jotaro commented, causing the redhead to turn around. "Oh, and these are for you."

He took the daisies out of his pockets and handed them to him.

"Oh, thank you! They're a little warm." Kakyoin placed the flowers down on the table next to his bed. Jotaro could see the painting, but it was currently a rough sketch of two people. "Do you know what these flowers mean?"

Jotaro had no clue. "Do you?"

"In Norse mythology, a daisy symbolized motherhood. Then people associated it with love. In Celtic mythology, its symbolism is sad. Daisies cheered mourning parents when their child died."

Jotaro was silent for a few minutes, thinking about their trip to Egypt. Kakyoin did almost die.

"And judging from their color," Kakyoin continued, "it represents innocence and purity. You usually see them in wedding bouquets."

"Wow, you know a lot about flowers."

"Not really. I'm just an artist who uses symbolism in paintings. Since we're talking about flowers, could you buy me some roses? Um, they're for a painting. There's a flower shop nearby within walking distance."

"Sure, I'll be back in a few minutes."

Jotaro went to the flower shop and got the roses. He rang the doorbell again, and Kakyoin's mother opened the door.

"Welcome back! You have roses?" she said.

"Yeah, they're for his painting."

He returned to Kakyoin's room, where he was still working on his artwork.

"Kakyoin, I bought you the roses," he said, handing them to him.

The redhead blushed. "Ah, thanks."

The two stood still for a while.

"So, um, are you going to place those flowers somewhere? Should I get a vase?" Jotaro asked.

"No, no! It's fine. Thank you."

"Those roses weren't for the painting, were they?"

Kakyoin's cheeks turned pink. "No, if I'd known my mother would've been at the door and you were going to bring me flowers, I would've opened the door."

"Yeah, I thought about bringing roses, then I'd have to explain to your mother why."

"Anyways," Kakyoin said, placing the roses next to the daisies, "thank you. Sorry for making you go out to get roses."

The redhead got on his tippy-toes and kissed his lips. Jotaro wrapped his arms around his slim body.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too."