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Keisuke had always been in love with adrenaline.
He started arguments unnecessarily just to feel his blood pressure rise. He started fights just to feel his head spin from the adrenaline high. He challenged all his friends to races on their bikes just to feel his heart pound in his chest and all the air escape his lungs as he sped ahead.
But here Keisuke is, just laying on his bed watching Chifuyu read a silly manga next to him, with a pretty pink blush on his face and his fluffy blond hair falling over his mesmerizing blue eyes, wondering why in the hell this gives him more of an adrenaline rush than any reckless thing he has ever done in all 17 years of his life.
Baji tries to give Chifuyu a confession letter he wrote. Chifuyu completely misunderstands his intentions and goes through the five stages of grief.
“So… what does this flower mean, huh?” He’s always been a big fan of romance novels, manga and movies and every time there’s a flower shop- there’s an all knowing florist who can take a look at a single flower and tell every single meaning it holds. Chifuyu wonders if that’ll be the case for this florist.
Sharp eyes study him before going back to the bouquet being made. “Hell if I know, this ain’t some shitty romcom movie where I know all the meanings of flowers. I just work here, man.” Comes the uninterested reply from Keisuke and Chifuyu narrows his eyes. Well, that was a rather anticlimactic answer to his age old question.