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"From the moment we met, I fell for you."
Ain watched the raindrops trickle down the glass window of her flower shop, her chin resting on her palm as a slow sigh escaped her lips. As usual, no one came by to buy flowers—or even to glance her way. The little shop, tucked beneath an old building, was silent except for the sound of rain.
Clink!
“Hello?”
She jolted upright. Her heart fluttered as she hurried toward the door—her first customer in five long months! But the moment her eyes met the stranger’s, her words caught in her throat.
Thump. Thump.
Her heart was racing wildly, as if she’d just finished a marathon.
But she hadn’t moved an inch.
“Miss, may I sit here for a while? My assistant’s stuck in traffic—it might take some time before he gets here.”
His voice—smooth, gentle, almost melodic—made Ain’s breath hitch.
For a second, she was lost in it.
“Miss?”
Ain blinked and came back to herself. Her gaze swept over him: the dark blue suit, perfectly tailored; his blonde hair, tied neatly at the nape of his neck. The sight of him was… striking.
“Sorry, what were you saying?”
He chuckled softly, and she immediately felt her cheeks heat up.
“Do you mind if I wait here until my assistant arrives? It’s a rather unlucky day—I didn’t bring a sweater to keep warm.”
“Oh—of course! Please, come in.” Ain nodded quickly.
At least, she thought, she’d have company this afternoon.
“Sir, this way,” she said, leading him to a cozy corner of the shop. Besides flowers, her store also served freshly brewed coffee—a mix between a floral boutique and a quiet café. It wasn’t as hipster as most places nearby, but it carried a calming charm of its own.
“Make yourself comfortable,” she said kindly. “I’ll bring you something warm to drink.”
Before the man could respond, Ain had already turned toward the coffee counter.
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"Took us just a second getting to know each other."
“So, you run this place all by yourself?”
Ain shook her head quickly, rubbing the back of her neck, a little embarrassed.
“Er… not exactly.”
The man tilted his head, waiting patiently.
“I have a business partner. But she’s busy with her studies right now—and she works part-time jobs to cover her tuition.”
“Wow. Sounds like a tough one.”
“I’d say so.”
“Where are her parents? Or relatives?”
Ain’s fingers nervously fidgeted with her leather apron. A pang of jealousy stirred—why did he sound so curious about Anis?
“She doesn’t have any,” she said quietly.
“Why?”
“Sir, stop asking about her,” Ain muttered, her tone soft but sulky. “You’re making me jealous.”
He caught it instantly. A mischievous smile curved on his lips, though Ain didn’t notice.
“What’s your name?” he asked, leaning forward slightly.
“Ain. And you?”
“Kozume Kenma. Just call me Kenma—it’s simpler.”
“Okay, sir—uh, I mean, Kenma.” Her face turned bright red.
“Sounds lovely.”
“How—”
Clink!
Both turned toward the door. A man in a formal suit stood there. Ain instantly understood—Kenma’s assistant had arrived.
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"You and I were predestined 'cause you love me and I love you."
Since that day, Ain and Kenma had grown close. He often stopped by during his lunch break, or after work ended. His days felt incomplete if he didn’t see her smile.
Even Anis, Ain’s best friend, had come to know him.
But one afternoon…
“Where’s your prince charming today, Ain-san? Still not here?”
Ain pouted, glancing at the clock. “He said he’d be late—some meeting with game directors about a new project.”
“Don’t call him that,” she added quickly. “He might get the wrong idea.”
Anis giggled and headed to the back, checking on the blue poppies Ain had planted yesterday. Since Kenma’s first visit, the shop had become much livelier. Ain barely had time to rest.
“Aish… where is this guy? It’s been two hours,” she muttered, peering out the window. No sign of his car. Worry began to creep in.
Just as she picked up her phone to call him—
“Hey?”
A deep voice came from behind her. She turned sharply.
“Kenma! Gosh, why are you so late?” Relief washed over her.
Kenma smiled, a glint of meaning in his eyes. “So I could buy you this.”
He pulled out a small box—the kind used for proposals.
“Wait…”
“Miss Ain,” he began softly, “I know this might seem sudden, but meeting you made everything in my life make sense. I believe the universe brought us together—that we were meant for this. My heart beats for you every moment we share. So, Ain… will you be my partner for the rest of our lives?”
Tears filled Ain’s eyes. Her hands covered her mouth in disbelief.
Anis appeared from behind the counter—along with Kuroo, Kenma’s best friend.
“Yes!” she breathed out, smiling through her tears.
“I would love to.”
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"You are my serendipity."
That night, Kenma and Ain walked hand in hand beneath the glowing city lights. Ain had left the flower shop in Anis’s care. Her best friend had just graduated, earning her degree after years of hard work, and insisted Ain take some time off.
“You cold?” Kenma asked gently.
Ain looked up with a smile and rested her head on his shoulder. “Nope, I’m fine.”
He gazed down at her, eyes filled with affection.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured. “I love you, Ain.”
Even though he said it often, it never failed to make her blush.
“I—I love you too.”
Her cheeks flushed crimson. She wasn’t naturally romantic, but with Kenma, she found herself trying. Trying to express what she felt. Trying to make him feel cherished.
“Did I ever tell you,” he whispered, “that you’re my serendipity?”
Kenma stopped walking, turning to face her. Ain looked up, her eyes glimmering beneath the stars.
He cupped her cheeks gently and kissed her.
Her eyes widened—but she didn’t pull away.
“It’s been two years since we started dating,” he said softly when they parted. His gaze lifted toward the sky, filled with shimmering constellations.
Mesmerizing.
Then he looked back at Ain, brushing his thumb across her cheek.
“You’re my only flower—the one that blooms even through the coldest winter. My beautiful flower… will you marry me?”
It wasn’t the first time he’d spoken like a poet.
To him, she was always a queen.
“Of course I will,” she said tearfully. “You’re my whole world—the one I can always rely on.”
She threw her arms around him, holding on tightly.
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Bonus scene.
Anis rested her head on the front counter, sighing over and over. Tears slipped down her cheeks as she thought about the man who had left her a month ago—without a word.
The pain was dull now. Familiar.
Clink!
The door opened.
“Welcome,” she said softly, too tired to even look up.
“Hey, girl!”
She straightened a little, forcing a polite smile as she walked toward the customer.
“Um… I’d like to buy some flowers that express love. Could you recommend something? I’m not really familiar with them.”
“Of course,” she said, smiling faintly.
“Thanks a lot!”
Anis moved gracefully between the shelves, picking flowers with care. A few minutes later, she returned to the counter with a completed bouquet.
“So, here it is.”
She lifted her head—and froze.
“K-Kuroo-kun?”
The man grinned and made a playful ta-da! gesture. Anis couldn’t help but laugh through her shock. Of course she recognized him—Kenma’s best friend.
“Ayy… so, who’s the lucky girl?” she teased as her hands worked skillfully, wrapping white carnations, lavender roses, and pink carnations into a beautiful bouquet.
“Wow, it’s gorgeous,” Kuroo said, admiring her handiwork.
Anis smiled proudly. “How much?” he asked.
“Free of charge,” she said lightly. “Go chase your love.”
Kuroo pressed his lips together. Then, with a soft smile, he extended the bouquet toward her.
“It’s for you, actually.”