𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 | sano shinichiro ✓

𝟬𝟱

The zoom of a motorcycle resounds through the streets, where the couple is headed to whatever destination the man has planned. The girl had come from a hectic class, falling asleep on the back of her partner. Shinichiro understands his girlfriend's exhaustion, so he plans a more light date.

The sun was hidden behind the clouds in this late-summer day, though its brightness still provided enough illumination to call it sunny. As always, the trees are in their prime and flowers are in the late of blooming, the air crisp and warm; some would call it the perfect weather.

The male has a humble yet considerate plan this afternoon, for he came across such a beautiful venue by accident, he had to bring the girl he loves and show her. They'd known each other for so long, and always stay in the same wavelength. One could say they are soulmates; for their relationship is extremely healthy.

From the halt of the vehicle and its roar fading into silence, the girl woke herself up from the short nap. As she opened her eyes and adjusted to the light, she stopped mid-yawn at the sight before her.

In front of her, an excited Shinichiro looks at her in anticipation for her reactions while she still takes in her surroundings. She had just expected a simple early dinner at a restaurant, but all the flowers around and inside her tell her wrong. The immense awe in her features causes a chuckle from boyfriend, turning into a soft smile.

After finally getting off the bike, she still continues to admire the fields and fields of flowers before her, all different kinds yet blending in and creating such harmony with the various colors and styles of petals and stems. They remind the couple of the flowers in their hearts as well, all the roses and peonies and daisies making them feel light and warm.

The noirette brings out simple but delicious snacks from the convenience store, cheap and affordable for a small picnic where the two can watch the sunset from the flower fields and take a breather from how hectic life may be, chatting about useless yet meaningful things.

Aside from admiring the nature and sight before her, the female does not fail to appreciate the man she grew to adore. His expression so content, black eyes soft and black hair resting on his forehead so perfectly as he chuckles in their conversation.

Said male does the same, scanning every little feature of the love of his life, how they all complement each other and how the lighting of the now setting sun makes her look much more ethereal, hair blowing from the wind and satisfied look on her face as she stares at the sky.

The clouds swirled with gradients of blue and orange and pink, such a paintable view. She turns to the male and encapsulates him in a hug, her head in his chest as he immediately returns it, arms holding her head gently.

She closes her eyes, feeling at ease, as he smoothly slips in four freshly cut red roses into her hand.

"Happy four years."

The flowers around them blow in the chilly wind as the flowers inside them fill their chests with such comforting warmth.