Title: communication
Rating: G
Fandom: Flowers
Relationship: Komikado Nerine/Yatsushiro Yuzuriha
Wordcount: 370
Short summary: Nerine was late to the park were Yuzuriha was waiting.
"Why are you still here?"
When Nerine reached the park, the sun was already starting to disappear below the horizon. She hadn't meant to arrive so late, but one of her coworkers had an emergency so her shift at the bakery was extended another 3 hours until the owner could take her place. Meanwhile Yuzuriha had apparently stayed at the park, sitting under the cherry blossoms, with a basket of snacks, a thermos with coffee, and a book at her side. Which she might not have even read during the 3 hours that Nerine made her wait?
Nerine had suggested canceling their afternoon picnic date/cherry blossom viewing, but the message had been left on read. Perhaps Yuzuriha was waiting for Nerine to make that final decision, but Nerine had been too busy at the bakery to make a follow-up message. Not until she was finally outside, and seeing that Yuzuriha had not written any reply, she had to check the park first.
Yuzuriha laughed. "You make it sound like a bad thing." She patted the spot to her left, so Nerine took that spot on the blanket. Yuzuriha gestured to the sky, the trees, the view all around. "Isn't it gorgeous outside?"
"You're right, but…"
Yuzuriha laughed once more while Nerine sighed. Yuzuriha's stubbornness… Nerine loved and hated that part of Yuzuriha. She loved that Yuzuriha would never give up on her, never leave her for too long. She hated that Yuzuriha would always put her first as long as there wasn't any danger or hurt. But loving someone meant accepting and compromising, and making the best of a situation together.
"I wish I had brought you something from the bakery."
"Don't worry about it. You are the most important thing to come here."
"Yuzuriha…"
Nerine could never truly win against that smile, that confident flirtation, once she had accepted her feelings. Sometimes she would feel embarrassed, but in general Yuzuriha's flirtations made her feel warm. It was Yuzuriha's love language, and the best way to return it was to speak in her own version.
So she took Yuzuriha's hand, linking their fingers, and leaned against Yuzuriha's shoulder, surrendering her body weight to Yuzuriha until the sun finally disappeared.