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In the heart of downtown Osaka were two inconspicuous storefronts that sat side by side on a busy street that ran through the city. On the right stood a modern building paneled in natural hues with the constant aroma of freshly baked goods and equally fresh roasted beans wafting from the door with each passing customer. To its left stood a glass faced building painted a bright mint green which stood to make the flowers sunning in the windows pop against the unusual color.
The day started out like any other Saturday morning with Kiyoomi arriving at his shop at exactly 6:00 am on the dot. As he strolled up to the backstep of his shop, his blonde neighbor appeared from his own backdoor with a folded brown bag and a hot cup of coffee. Black with exactly two sugars, just the way he liked.
“Good mornin’ there Omi-omi. How are you on this fine day?” the man pestered.
Kiyoomi responded with a non-committal hum as he accepted the coffee graciously before turning to rummage through his pants pockets for his keys.
“Good morning Miya,” he replied in return. He opened up the door for the pair to step through. Kiyoomi flipped on switches with his left hand while he sipped on his coffee with his right. He moved to set his belongings down on his workers bench in the back room when he heard a crash from behind him. Standing at the scene of the crime was Miya with a knocked over vase at his feet.
“Woops?” the blonde questioned looking apologetic at the least for his transgressions to Kiyoomi’s materials.
The man had followed Kiyoomi inside to help pick up his weekly delivery despite Kiyoomi’s insistence that he could do it fine himself. The two had arranged a deal of sorts. Miya’s coffee and a delicious pastry each morning in exchange for a weekly bouquet to decorate his storefront. It was a good tradeoff as it saved Kiyoomi caffeination money each morning and it brought him business from next door. Atsumu on the other hand, he wasn’t too sure why he was in for the deal other than a one off exchange; ‘They’re pretty Omi and the customers like ‘em,’ he had smiled away the question.
Kiyoomi frowned at Miya’s grievance to his poor vase but relaxed the wrinkle between his brow when he saw Miya right it. Sighing to himself, Kiyoomi moved to the refrigerator where he stored Miya’s bouquet at the ready. He handed over a vase filled with variegated tulips with a sprinkle of clover interspersed as filler for the bouquet.
Miya took the vase with his signature bright smile before leaning in to smell the luscious fragrance of the floral arrangement.
“Why thank ya Omi! And can I do anything else for ya this fine mornin’?” Miya asked.
Kiyoomi turned around to prep his bench before waving away Miya as nonchalantly as he could. Miya took that as his sign to leave and did so without another peep. Kiyoomi slammed his fist into his prep table as soon as he heard the backdoor creak shut once more.
Underneath his stony mask of indifference however, Kiyoomi was screaming. Was he too forward? Had he caught on yet?
One big fat secret about Sakusa Kiyoomi, florist extraordinaire? He was the biggest softy on the inside for one blonde haired, amber eyed cafe owner in particular. Since the day Kiyoomi had caught sight of the new store owner in town that also happened to be opening up business right next door to him, he’d been smitten. From the way he’d seen peeks of the man feeding the strays in the alley to him being extra kind and doting to his elderly customers and so many more things, if you asked, Kiyoomi could go on and on.
His mind ran a million miles an hour as he pondered over his choice in flowers again. This week's choice had been a selection of red speckled yellow tulips and some bright white clover to pair with. Had he made it a little obvious with the odd combination? Surely Miya had to have some inkling about the not-yet-dead language of flowers. He worked next door to a florist of all businesses.
Speckled tulips and clover.
Having a crush and the desire for the recipient to think of you.
Surely he couldn’t be more obvious.
Surely…