It had already been a week – more than a week – since Akashi has cancelled out on his dinner with the bluenette. He felt guilty. He didn't care that he'd only meet him a few times, Kuroko Tetsuya has already entered his life, and there was no way he'll disappear from the redhead's mind now. Something about the blue haired male intrigued him, although he could pinpoint what exactly it was that pulled him towards him. He just wanted to find a way to apologise to Kuroko and maybe just start off as friends.

"But how? What should I do?" he muttered to himself. He was currently still inside his office, drowning in paperwork, on a Saturday – well, he should be, but he couldn't seem to focus.

The knock resounding from the other side of the door snapped him out of his thoughts. He called the person inside, and watched as Midorima walked inside, with more paperwork in his hand. When will this end? He pleaded to no one in particular.

"What is it, Shintarou? Another file you need me to sign?" he sighed exasperatedly. Don't get him wrong, he didn't really mind doing paperwork. It was just that, there was a limit to how much he could do in a day – and this was it.

"You seem tired," the green haired male noted.

"That's because I am. The paperwork for this project is taking rather long to finish." He remarked, rubbing his neck to soothe the ache that was starting to appear from hunching over files so much.

"Well, this is our largest project, so it's a given, there are lot factors that we need to consider," Midorima argued in a matter-of-fact tone, pushing his glasses up with his bandaged fingers like he always did.

"Is this the last one?" the redhead questioned. He really just wanted to go home now really. It was a Saturday, for crying out loud. He was losing valuable time that he could spend with Ayato. How long had it been since they've gone out now? The sense of guilt only increased as he thought about his son. He'd been neglecting the younger too often than not, and he hated it. He hated turning down his son's offer to spend even a little time with him. Work always found its way to prevent him. He just wished there was some way he could find the time to spend time with Ayato and still manage his increasing workload.

"Akashi," he looked up at the green haired male.

"Sorry, what were you saying?" he asked, biting back a curse for becoming distracted.

"This is the last one, this is to guarantee the health and safety of the workers," Midorima handed over the clear filed over the redhead, who scanned through the contents. It was all the same, but a necessary procedure. He quickly signed his initials at the bottom and hand the file back to Midorima. "Then, I'll take my leave." He bowed and walked back to exit.

He glanced at his wristwatch and noted that it was already 2 o'clock. Determined to complete everything, he hunched over the half completed paperwork and let his hands work away.

"Kurokocchi, where should I put these Cin-Sanq-Cinqu-ah! Just where do I place these?" Kuroko laughed at the blonde's frustration at failing to pronounce the name.

"It's called cinquefoil, Kise-kun. And you can just place the at the top shelf of the display," the bluenette instructed the taller male. Kise nodded and reached out to position the yellow flowers above the anthurium.

"Why can't they just call it a buttercup, it looks like one anyway," Kise grunted in annoyance. He didn't understand why there had to be such complicated names for so many flowers.

"Because this is a buttercup," he remarked, holding out a buttercup in his palm as he showed it to the blonde.

"They're the same," the blonde stated, deadpan.

"They're different, Kise-kun. They have different meanings behind them," Kuroko argued. "A buttercup means childishness, and a cinquefoil means beloved child."

"They practically mean the same thing, Kurokocchi," the blonde whined, though a smile was tugging at the corner of his lips.

"They're different," Kuroko persisted.

"Why are we arguing about flowers?" the blonde asked, chuckling, finding the situation ridiculous.

"They're different," he repeated.

"Okay, alright, if Kurokocchi believes that they're different, then they must be different," Kise agreed, shaking his head.

"I don't believe they're different, I know, Kise-kun," he could even go on to explain further if the blonde didn't trust his words. He'd researched about the two flowers and was certain.

"Alright! I believe you, Kurokocchi," the blonde surrendered, not wanting to continue further, because wow, the blue haired male could get quite defensive when it came to flowers. It was funny to be honest; it was just a flower. Though he guessed he couldn't really comment on it since he didn't know much about the shorter male anyway. This had probably been the first time he'd seen the bluenette so defensive about something, or show more emotion, though he still somehow managed it with an almost blank expression.

"Good," with that, he returned to the cashier, deciding to count the money inside. And just in time; the ring of the bell alerted them of a new customer. "Hello. What would you like today?" He enquired without looking up.

"How about that dinner we never got the chance to have?" A familiar voice suggested. Kuroko's head snapped up to meet the heterochromatic eyes of Akashi Seijuurou. The redhead smiled apologetically.

"Akashi-san," was all he could breathe out. He hadn't seen the redhead for how long now? More than week, probably. He kind of missed him, though he wouldn't admit it aloud. He noticed there were fainted dark circles under his eyes now, immediately causing him to frown. Had he been not sleeping well?

"I apologise for cancelling again," the redhead stated, holding out a yellow rose to him. "I realised I slightly rushed into things, so I thought we could start as friends? If that's alright with you," he finished, smiling faintly. Kuroko's eyes widened as he looked at the male in front of him. He smiled back, feeling his face flush as he took the rose. Did he know floriography?

"I'd like that," he simply answered back. That what he'd been wanting to ask from the heterochromatic male but he'd never been good at being social so he never really tried to contact him about it. But he was glad.

"I'm pleased to hear that. But, I still want to invite you to dinner," Kuroko could sense the tone of question at the end of the sentence. He couldn't find it in himself to refuse, so he nodded. Although the idea of dinner sounded a lot like a date, he was going to choose to dismiss the thought for the moment, because he wanted to know more about Akashi Seijuurou. And maybe this dinner was just the answer.

When only silence filled the small florist, he turned his attention back to Akashi. Confused, he tilted his head in question. Did he want to ask him something else?

"This is awfully abrupt, but, do you want to have dinner with myself and Ayato, tonight?" Akashi asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Tonight?" he asked, because this was sudden.

"Yes, it's alright if you refuse, I'd understand, but it's just that I'll be quite preoccupied with the company project and I won't be able to see you for at least 1-2 more weeks," he explained, noticing the raised eyebrow Kuroko directed at him.

See you.

Akashi wanted to see him? He couldn't help but burn up hearing that come out from the redhead's lips. Had he even realised what he'd said just now?

"Ah, wait. I mean-," he guessed Akashi realised.

"Alright," he answered, chuckling lightly at the slightly flustered redhead. He didn't think he was the type to get flustered. There were more to Akashi than he knew. And he wanted to know. He wondered what other sides Akashi had to him.

Maybe he'd find out soon.

A/N: okay, idk what happened with the formatting, but hopefully it's better now -.-