Requested by le car- thank you
Kira x Kiyone
Vase
He had bought her a vase when she was hospitalised, for a minor leg injury that kept her off her feet for a few weeks for fear of complications. Twenty-one days in bed, in the fourth division, felt like a lifetime of boredom. He brought it her on the first day, a tall, cracked green glass vase that had a faint line of dust around the rim, as if it had been packed away for a long time.
He had just smiled gently at her, and pecked her on the cheek, and left.
And that oddity, at least, kept her a little interested.
The next day, she woke from a dozed drug-induced sleep mid-afternoon, and in the vase was a single, long stemmed lily, still budded. She frowned at it, but assumed that it had been the cutting from another patients bouquet, that her sister had slipped in for her. It was the sort of thing that Isane would have done.
But then, the next day, it was an orange tulip. Then a yellow chrysanthemum, then a bluebell, that had obviously been picked from a garden. Each day, there was a new flower, a new one to smile at and to make her feel better. Roses, irises, narcissuses, dahlias, and some flowers that she didn't even know the name of, each one was silently and secretly dropped in the vase at a point in the day or night when she was asleep- the seventeenth day she spent laughing at the bedraggled dandelion that had found its way into the vibrant mixture.
On her last day, though some of the older flowers in the haphazard bouquet were wilting and stained with the brown spots of dying foliage, there was a thrill of excitement as she heard a knock on the door. Turning, she caught sight of Izuru, who she had not seen since she was first admitted and whose friendship- be it a tentative and new one- she had surprised herself by missing.
He was holding an orchid by the stem, and was smiling.
"Would you like to come to dinner?"
She smiled, close to laughter, as the dots connected and she caught sight of the vase out of the corner of her eye.
"I'd love to."