A 5-days-late valentine oneshot xD
Warning: Dino may be a touch out of character, due to the fact that I myself have been out of touch with KHR for a longer time than I've wanted O:
Dino x Reader.
Disclaimer: I do not own Reborn, or the characters, only this story line that's caused a major brain fry + headache.
-[*][*][*]-
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
And so are you.
You sighed and folded the card in half, feeling the seasonal feeling of love float around you. As you continued to wrap the never-ending orders for Valentine bouquets, paper Cupids and hearts hung from the ceiling, the walls, the counter, and God knows where else your manager had giddily stuck them on, almost radiating their waves of love and passion to you.
How nauseating.
The doorbell tinkled and you felt a whoosh of cold air, signaling a customer's entrance to the shop. You didn't bother looking up from your wrapping; they would come to you if they needed help. Clueless boyfriends with no idea what to buy for their girlfriend, panicky middle-aged men who would land in hot water later if their wife came home to find no present on the table, giggly fangirls who thought a dozen red roses would be a surefire guarantee to capturing the heart of the hot new transfer boy... You were certain there was no Valentine problem you couldn't fix by now.
'Just call me Cupid,' you thought wryly, setting the finished bouquet down and picking up a new wrapping sheet. You were so engrossed in your flower arranging that you didn't notice the person standing on the other side of the counter until he cleared his throat, a good-natured voice reaching your ears.
"Excuse me Miss, but I don't suppose you could help me...?"
Looking up, you were surprised to find, rather than one of the helpless three cases mentioned above, a handsome foreign man with blond hair - the same blond man who had been coming in and out of the shop for awhile now (three and a half months, to be exact). He would always follow a specific routine of walking straight to the roses -red, always red-, pulling out a few, and running his slim fingers through the velvety petals, a wistful smile playing at his lips. Then his eyes would meet yours for a quick second, until you pulled your gaze away, making a show of rearranging the display basket on the counter until you felt the heat leave your face. But when you dared to look up again, he was gone without a word, leaving you to wonder if the whole encounter was a dream and nothing more.
But this wasn't a dream now. He was here, real, and right in front of you, close enough that you could reach out and touch his golden locks to see if they were as soft as they looked, close enough that you could see your reflection in his deep, dark eyes, close enough -
He cleared his throat. Cheeks burning, you averted your eyes and saw another man behind him, older, dark-haired, and wearing a black suit and glasses. Before you could think more on the awkward eye contact (yet another embarrassing encounter to add to your list), he held out an assortment of flowers to your view.
"Yes?"
He gestured to the make-shift bouquet. "I was wondering, which of these flowers would be the best choice to buy?" His long fingers brushed against yours when he passed the blossoms to you. A curious feeling of warmth raced through your body but you dismissed it, reminding yourself that he was here as a customer and you were only here to help as an employee.
"For a girlfriend?" you asked casually, examining the flowers he'd chosen. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him falter for a moment, a blush breaking through his composed exterior.
"No, not exactly. For a... special someone." He said at last. Nodding, you glanced down at chosen flowers, feeling a pang of disappointment. You shook your head slightly and went into professional mode, picking a fragrant, pale violet flower.
"How about a lilac? The flower that represents a first love." you suggested. He debated for a moment, but shook his head.
"Not quite the impression I'm looking for." You shrugged and placed the lilac aside.
"Hmm..." you shifted a few stems aside until you saw a more suitable one.
"A forget-me-not, then? The symbol of true love." You handed him a sky blue blossom, watching for his reaction. He sniffed the flower, and shook his head again.
"Perhaps something more... in the season?" he asked. You inwardly sighed. So he was one of those people: picky, finicky shoppers who could never find their ideal gift anywhere, no matter how many thrift stores or super-expensive department chains they searched.
You laid the rejected forget-me-not to the side, and picked up the perfect choice he would be sure to love.
He smiled.
"A rose? And a red one, to signify my passionate love." His eyes searched yours with a feeling you couldn't identify, but he dropped his gaze and took the blossom.
"Yes, I thought you'd like something more 'in the season'." you commented, a hint of dryness in your tone. He smiled shyly and pulled out a few bills to pay for the rose. You automatically started trying a pink lace ribbon around it -a popular demand with guys set on impressing their girlfriend-, but he stopped you with a shake of his head.
"Thank you, but I don't think she'd like the bow. She's not into these kinds of things." he added at the hint of disbelief on your face.
"Seriously? I thought all girls were into that cutesy, girly crap." you snorted, throwing the ribbon aside. He smiled, and when he did, your heart did a full 360 flip. Honestly, it had to be illegal to be that cute, with the spiky ends of his beautiful blond hair sticking out, the sparkle in his warm eyes, the amazing smile full of humor and care that could leave a girl breathless and gaping like a carp out of water-
'A carp out of water? Nice simile, _. Now focus and get back to the conversation.'
"All girls?" he chuckled," What about you, then?" You couldn't help but give him a half smile for his wit.
"I'm a rare part of the female population who could live without Valentine's Day, thanks." You finished making his change and handed him the rose.
"She's... a lucky girl, whoever she is." you commented halfheartedly. He smiled again and motioned to the man in dressed in black, whom you'd almost forgotten was in the shop.
"No, I just think she's worth it. That's all." You had turned around to place the rejected flowers on the shelf behind you, but when you'd turned back to say goodbye, he was already gone, leaving only a memory, feelings of regret, and the rose on the counter-
Wait, the rose on the counter?
"Stuuuupid, how could he leave his rose?" you groaned and reached for the flower, preparing to dash out of the store to find him as fast as you could, until a piece of pale blue paper under the rose stopped you.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I know this is cheesy,
But I'm in love with you.
From the moment I saw you,
I knew it was love
I think I've finally found
My Angel from above.
So I'm holding my breath,
and with the next cliche line,
I'm hoping to ask you
Will you be my Valentine?
Below, he'd left his name and number.
Grinning from ear to ear, you pulled out your cell phone and quickly messaged him.
'Huh. Maybe Valentine's Day isn't so bad after all.'
-[*][*][*]-
A few blocks away, a certain blond haired male leaned nervously against a wall, checking his phone every other minute.
"How'd I do, Romario?" he anxiously asked his companion. The dark haired man chuckled under his breath.
"Just fine, boss," he reassured the Cavallone, "I'm sure she would have gotten the message by now-" His words were interrupted by a small ringing sound.
"That's her!" Romario had never seen his boss so eager to read a text; his eyes were practically blurred as he keenly read your message.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Yes, you're so cheesy,
but that's why I like you.
Pick me up at 7.
-[*][*][*]-
Ri: ...=.=
Okay, I don't know. Maybe it's because I'm so out of touch, or because this cliche scene has never happened to me... yeahh...
Yay for long weekends! It's only thanks to the holiday that I actually have time to write :3~
If you still haven't gotten your requested oneshot from me, then I'd like you to please send me a PM saying what kind of story line you'd prefer (it helps me to have some kind plot in my head to overcome the never-ending writer's block that's possessed me .)
RQ time! Preferred Valentine's Day date (yes, I know I'm a few days late, but we can all pretend that Ri has a perfectly good sense of time, right?)
a) mountain training with Dino
b) alone time with Hibari in the Discipline Committee room
c) or a one-on-one baseball game with Yamamoto?