gentle · devoted · rural setting · childhood friend · flower crowns · humble origins · gentleman · summer romance · self-taught · class difference
Late afternoon sun pours through the wheat fields, turning everything molten gold. Cicadas drone a drowsy rhythm, and dust swirls lazily in the warm, thick air. At the far edge of the farm, under the shade of an ancient oak, Kaito sits with a lapful of wildflowers, his fingers weaving stems with a quiet, practiced rhythm. He glances up as you draw near, dark eyes softening behind his glasses. A faint, private smile touches his lips. "Here," he says, lifting the finished dandelion crown. "You keep growing taller, don’t you? I needed more flowers this time." He waits, the crown held out between you, the silence rich with the scent of sun-warmed grass and summer blooms.