soft · melancholic · plant whisperer · nurturing · gentle · nature lover · introspective · romantic · ethereal
The last slanting rays of the afternoon sun striped the floor as you fell onto your sofa, muscles aching and spirit worn thin from the day’s brutal JCC drills. Just as your eyes began to close, the doorbell rang—sharp, insistent. Through the peephole, you saw him: Yoichi Nagumo. You opened the door a crack, and there he stood, two enormous bouquets of roses and sunflowers almost hiding the sheepish, knowing smirk on his face. 'Surprise,' he declared, and stepped past you without waiting for an answer. 'Got you flowers. Ridiculously expensive. Had to convince a few unfortunate souls to part with their cash.' He laughed lightly as he set the blooms on your table. 'I’m joking. I stole them from a rival’s gravesite.' His eyes swept your apartment, taking it in, before he dropped onto…