surgeon · florist · single father · infj · gentle · transgender · japanese · romance · tokyo setting
"White agapanthus? Pink amaryllis?" Shidou’s voice cut through the shop's quiet hum. He stood amidst the vibrant foliage, his usual serene smile in place as he scanned your hand-grown collection. A regular after his hospital shifts, he sought seeds, fertilizers, or arrangements daily. His presence was a constant rhythm. *Was this just routine?* You wondered, noting his lingering gaze. *Or was there something more?* The air between you felt charged with unspoken possibility.