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Chuuya woke up today with a strange feeling.
As if God or any other higher power thought it would be a great idea to spoil the Chuuya's mood. Although any normal person would certainly not be angry if they got flowers, but from the beginning.
Chuuya woke up with a strange feeling.
He got up, made himself a cup of coffee, went to one of his three bathrooms (really, the penthouse was way too big for him) and washed up. Nothing strange, nothing unusual, right?
The situation became strange when, ready to go to work, after opening the door, a bouquet of flowers appeared as if nothing had happened on the doormat. It consisted a lot of pink flowers and some purple ones. Chuuya recognized camellias and roses. The purple flowers stood out against the background of pink flowers and definitely protruded beyond their surfaces, which created a breathtaking effect. The whole thing was wrapped in semi-transparent green foil and pink ribbon.
God, that bouquet was beautiful. Big, spreading, and the flowers matched each other so well that he didn't even know what to say.
He got flowers. Chuuya got flowers for the first time in his life. And not just any cheesy flowers. Just a powerful, huge bouquet of harmonized flowers. He didn't know how to react to that.
"It's impossible..." He said to himself, closed the door, picked up the bouquet and went downstairs to return the bouquet to the reception.
It was impossible for him to get such a bouquet. He was sure it's a mistake, and now some fiancée in this building is crying because her fiancé didn't bring flowers for her birthday. There is no other explanation.
Chuuya quickened his step on the stairs, because he was already late, and he hated being late. Halfway up, he realized that there was an elevator in the building. He was probably too busy with this bouquet to think about the outside world.
"Good morning, It must have been a mistake because a bouquet of flowers was delivered to me this morning." He holds the bouquet up to show it to the receptionist. "Please do this quickly, I don't have much time" He urges her.
"Mr. Nakahara Chuuya I presume?" The redhead nods.
"It's no mistake." The brunette smiles. “When my colleague opened the reception in the morning, the bouquet was here. There was a note attached deliver to Chuuya Nakahara. We talked to security but no one saw anything."
She walks over the counter to Chuuya and continues, "Personally, I think it's an ability user."
Chuuya thinks for a moment. So those flowers weren't a mistake? Someone actually gave him a bouquet. But what did he deserve? He was the enforcer of the harbor mafia, not the man who should get such innocent-looking pink flowers.
His thoughts are interrupted by the receptionist: "Do you want to see this note?"
Chuuya was late. He had no more time to tend to any flowers.
"No, thank you for your help," he said, then went back upstairs, this time using the elevator. He entered the house and poured water into the vase that Kouyou bought him about a month ago.
“I don't understand why you bought me a flower vase, Ane-san. Not that it's anything, it's very pretty, but the vase? For flowers?”
"You never know when the world will surprise you my dear"
She was probably right.
Though thinking about it like that, it's very likely that Kouyou was the one who delivered the flowers to him. But why was she breaking into a skyscraper when she could talk to a security guard and he would deliver it… He was thinking too much, he was already late. He'll ask Ane-san about it later.
He put the flowers in the vase, admiring their appearance once more, and quickly made his way to the Mafia's skyscrapers.
Work today was not the most pleasant, he had to deal with dishonest mafia contractors who did not pay on time. Boring. Someone lower in rank could handle it perfectly well, but it was enough for Chuuya to take his mind off the bouquet.
It wasn't until he was completing paperwork in the evening that the memories came back to him. He didn't have a chance to think long, however, because a familiar voice interrupted him.
"Hello dear, how are you today?"
"Ane-san" He says looking up from the piece of paper he is currently filling out.
“I brought a coffee set,” she says, pointing to a small table on wheels with a steaming kettle and two cups on it.
“All I need right now is a good wine, but I think coffee will be fine too. He steps away from the desk and gestures to the sofa. "Please sit down"
They sit in a comfortable silence that is occasionally interrupted by the sound of Chuuya's breath trying to cool the coffee down (Kouyou told him so many times that it was inelegant, he just needs to wait for the coffee to get cold by itself, but Chuuya never listened to her so she just gave up from correcting him).
"You're unusually reticent today. You look concerned"
"I'm fine" he snorts.
"That was rude, but I'll pretend I didn't hear it. Chuuya, my child what happened?"
"I got flowers"
"So it's bothering you that you got flowers?"
"Yes! Because I don't know who these flowers are from" He screams and Kouyou smiles.
"You're laughing, so it was you." He stated.
"I’m laughing because it's been a long time since you've been so unbehaved around me."
"I'm sorry Ane-san. So it wasn't you?" He asks, but there is a note of disappointment in his voice. He was sure it was Kouyou, and now all his suspicions turned out to be false."
"What were the flowers exactly?"
"Hah? Who am I? A florist? I don't know what flowers they were."
"You didn't recognize any?" Kouyou seems interested.
"Now that I think about it, it's probably pink roses and camellias. There were also some that looked like large daisies, but pink with a dark center. Oh, and the purple ones that looked wilted but held up very well."
Kouyou walked over to the computer on the desk and typed a short word into the search engine. "Such?"
Chuuya approached and saw the same "withered" purple flowers. "Yes."
Kouyou smiles. "These are irises, purple ones often symbolize appreciation."
"Okay... great, but why are you telling me this?"
“You see, my dear, every flower in the world has a meaning. People often forget this now, but when giving a bouquet of flowers to someone, we should check their meaning so that the recipient does not misunderstand our intentions. It's the same if we get the flowers."
"And those big pink daisies?" He asks curiously. He knew that flowers had symbolism. Of course, red roses symbolize love, and white lilies symbolize purity, but that's it.
Kouyou is typing into the search bar again. She looks at Chuuya in anticipation, and when Chuuya nods, she says:
“They are not pink daisies, they are gerberas, they are an allegory of respect”
Chuuya thinks for a moment. Recognition and respect. Now it made sense. It must have been one of his subordinate.
"What other flowers were there?"
"Um, Pink Roses and Camellias"
“Pink roses signify both appreciation and respect, and camellias signify perfection, but pink adds tenderness and romance.
Romance? So some of his subordinates felt appreciation and respect for him, but were in love with him at the same time? What a joke, someone must be making fun of him.
"Thanks for the coffee Ane-san, but I guess I have to go home now."
"Thank you for your time, I hope you find out soon who sent you this bouquet. And one more thing, change the water every day and wash the vase, then the flowers will last longer.
"Sure, thanks again" He said, not really sure if he would take the advice, but Kouyou had already left. ANd chuuya was left with even more confusion in his head.
The next morning, Chuuya took her advice. He gently took the flowers out of the vase, washed it, and filled it with new water (filtered if that was important). The flowers looked just as majestic as yesterday. Perhaps they were enchanted, since it did not wither?
He decided not to worry about it and went back to his normal work rhythm.
The day after the fillings, however, the flowers looked worse, until finally, on Saturday morning, Chuuya decided that there was no point in changing the water and they should just be thrown away. Although, he couldn't do it just like that, he still didn't find out from whom he got these flowers (he questioned a lot of the mafia, but nobody knew anything).
He took them out of the water and drained them on a paper towel. He went to the dressing room and pulled out an empty box of boots. Chuuya arranged the flowers gently inside, trying to keep as few petals as possible.
Maybe he got a little carried away with this bouquet.
But only a little.