Yuya was feeling a bit sleepy one morning as he ate his breakfast. It was cold this morning, and the cold temperatures often made it hard for him to wake up. Fortunately, his mother had made a nice plate of hot pancakes and a cup of hot tea to help him wake up.
"Mm… cold in here…" Yuya mumbled, sipping his tea. It was jasmine tea, his favorite.
"It's that time of year," Yoko said. "You would probably be a lot warmer if you wore your jacket properly instead of wearing it like a cape."
"Mm… looks better like this…" Yuya mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
Yusho looked up at his son fondly from his newspaper. "It is quite the fashion statement, but still—"
He was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing. Then, a voice from outside the front door called out, "Flower delivery for Sakaki Yuya!"
That woke Yuya up, and the tomato blinked in confusion. "Sorry, did I hear that right?"
"Did someone send you flowers?" Yoko was surprised. Yuya got up and went to the front door and opened it. Standing on the doorstep was a delivery person holding an absolutely massive bouquet of red roses in a green wrap. There had to be at least one hundred roses in the bouquet! "Um, hi, yes, I'm Sakaki Yuya."
"Here you go kid!" the delivery person handed him the bouquet. Yuya blinked in surprise. "Who are they from?"
"There's a note with them," the delivery person said. Yuya checked and sure enough there was a note.
"Who are they from?" Yusho asked as Yuya brought the roses to the dining table. Yuya read the note aloud.
"Dear Yuya, I hope you like these roses. They remind me of you. Love, Your Secret Admirer."