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When Makoto hears a knock at the door, he's not expecting a rose on his doorstep. But there it is, so fresh Makoto can still see dew drops gliding across the crimson petals. He blinks, looking down the hallway, the sweet floral scent wafting through the air. He picks it up and the plastic crinkles, but there's no note accompanying. Though he's confused, Makoto finds a smile on his face and a tune on his lips when he takes them inside.
The next time the door knocks, Makoto's still not expecting roses. But there they are again - there's 3 this time – just as beautiful as the first one, fragrant, petals unfurled perfectly. The hallway is just as empty. There's still no note. He closes his eyes as he takes a deep breath, the flowers brushing against his nose like feathers. Makoto rubs the back of his hand across his cheek, feeling the soft burn of his skin as he brings them inside.
The third time the door knocks, he's expecting roses, and that's what he gets. There's 10 of them. Makoto doesn't smile this time, instead he puts his hands on his hips and thinks for a moment. He takes the flowers inside, and leaves a note in its place when he closes the door.
The final time the door knocks, Makoto's definitely not expecting Sousuke to be standing there, a sheepish look on his face, note in his hand. Makoto's surprise melts into a smile, and the note flutters to the ground as he presses a kiss to Sousuke's cheek. Makoto's face is a deeper colour than the roses he's received when he invites Sousuke inside.
Roses are boring. Leave yourself next time :)