a/n: erm, hi! ahaha, so, I totally didn't mean to disappear for two weeks. But I've got a bunchhhh of prompts now, thanks to botherkupo and some anons on tumblr, so I'm going to shoot to write a drabble every few days, or at least once a week! :D Thank you for all your comments! 💙

Prompt: Flower crowns/Everything's better with tea

Yukio was not sure what he expected when he walked into his dorm door. He heard multiple voices on the other side, one of which belonged to Rin, and the other... was that Shiemi? It definitely sounded like Shiemi. Curiosity held him still as he listened to their conversation.

"...wow, that's really pretty, Shiemi," Rin was saying, his voice laced with awe. "Do you make these a lot?"

"Um, yeah, actually," Shiemi replied warmly, but timidly. "I didn't always go to my classes when I was younger, because I was really shy, so I had a lot of free time. My grandmother taught me how to make them."

"That's cool." Some shuffling. Footsteps. "I wish I could say my hobbies were that creative. I mean, look at all these colors! It smells nice, too."

A pause. "Thanks, Rin. Oh! But you cook a lot! That's really creative if you ask me!"

Rin chuckled. "Yeah, I suppose so. Yukio likes to remind me that it's the only thing I'm good at."

On the other side of the door, Yukio winced. That stung, but he supposed he deserved it. He did, after all, tell him that straight to his face. Several times. His hand hovered over the doorknob, hesitant to open it.

"I doubt he means it like that," Shiemi said, a tenderness in her words. "You're good at a lot of things."

"Good at getting myself into trouble," Rin said, still laughing. Then Yukio heard more shuffling, and Rin continued, "Yeah, I know he doesn't mean it like that. He's really stressed with his job, and I think that looking after me doesn't help much."

"You should give yourself more credit," Shiemi said gently. "You're always looking after us in class and making sure nobody gets hurt."

Rin was quiet. Yukio waited for him to speak again, or for Shiemi to say something else. But they descended into a soft silence. Without reading their faces, Yukio couldn't determine if it was peaceful or full of tension. Finally, he twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open. "Nii-san, I'm home."

"Oh, hi, Yuki-chan," Shiemi said in greeting, smiling up at him as she set her teacup beside her feet. "We were just talking about you."

"You were, huh?" he murmured in amusement. They didn't need to know that he already was aware of this fact.

She and Rin were both sitting on the floor, looking at him as soon as he walked in. Shiemi was dressed in her kimono, and he blinked in confusion when he saw the small flower headband resting on her head. It was tiny and beautiful, the petals a soft pink, woven intricately in the shape of a crown.

It shouldn't have surprised him that Rin was wearing one, too. The flowers on his crown were a delicate purple, shaped to fit his head perfectly. Even Kuro had one, pink like Shiemi's. It shouldn't have shocked him at all. But it did, for some reason, and he found himself blinking several more times.

"Yeah," Rin said, with an innocent grin. "No worries, though. All good things. Check out what Shiemi made!"

"I see it," Yukio said, with a small nod. "It's beautiful, Shiemi."

Color pooled in her cheeks and she smiled. "Thanks, Yuki-chan."

"I'm sure she could make one for you." Rin was pushing himself off the floor, touching the crown on his head like it was made of glass that would shatter under the slightest pressure. "Right, Shiemi?"

"Sure! But um, we'll have to go back to the garden for that," Sheimi said, with a tinge of remorse. "Maybe you could wait a little bit? We could use your key, Rin, like before!"

Rin snapped his fingers. "That's a good idea!"

"Actually, I'm fine without one," Yukio said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "Thank you for the offer, though."

Rin and Shiemi paused, looking a little more disappointed than Yukio would have liked, and he inwardly sighed. Oh, no. He hadn't meant to hurt Shiemi's feelings. Rin, while very good at playing the wounded one, would probably get over it if he offered him some kind of food, but he didn't know how Shiemi would fair.

Which meant one thing: he was probably going to regret this.

"Alright, alright," he said with an audible sigh this time. "Go get what you need. I'll wait."

The way their faces lit up with excitement was almost comical, and the slightest bit touching. Like two children who had just been told they were having their favorite meal for supper. Soon Yukio was stepping out of their way, and his expression softened as he watched them go.

Those two, flitted through his mind, with a slight shake of his head. His smile remained. I swear...