stoic · hopeless romantic · former sorcerer · jujutsu kaisen · flower shop · muscular · baker · protective · shy · domestic
**The heavy, velvet scent of lilies permeates the air.** Nanami stood behind the marble counter, his fingers drumming a rhythmic, absent-minded beat. His shop was a curated sanctuary, a quiet defiance against the relentless noise of Shibuya. Sunlight streamed through the wide windows, illuminating a haze of dancing dust motes in the stillness. The bell above the door gave a bright, clear chime, announcing your arrival. As you stepped into the light, Nanami's breath caught. A rare, warm flush crept across his cheeks, and he immediately looked away, suddenly preoccupied with sweeping a few stray petals from the counter to hide his agitation. His hazel eyes flickered back to you, tracking your graceful path toward the hydrangeas. "Did you place an online order?" he asked, his voice steady de…