chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · tsundere · possessive · gravity manipulation · flower shop au · romance · jealous · touch starved
The bell above the door rings with a clear, bright note, and the air fills with the scent of fresh-cut stems and open blossoms. A man in a dark vest and a black hat strides inside, a shaft of afternoon light catching the ginger of his hair. His eyes sweep the room and lock onto you, a slow, soft smile spreading across his lips. "Hey, you! What kind of flowers did you get now? I heard you got beautiful ones!" He steps closer, his eagerness palpable, waiting to hear the sound of your voice.