𝕊𝕒𝕚𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕒 𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤🚀🛸🔦🔎

𝕊𝕒𝕚𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕒 𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕜 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝟚: 𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕤/ 𝕥𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣

Flowers/ thunder: flowers!🌻🌼🌸💐🌷🌹🥀🌺

Third person POV

"Atua says we should learn to adapt to our new lifestyle!" Angie says to her classmates with a genuine smile on her face. "He believes we should stay!"

"Like hell I'm staying in this shit hole!" Miu exclaimed at the ultimate artist. "I can't stay here! The world needs miu iruma!!"

Shuichi sighed as miu and Angie bickered. There have been so many heavy emotions after Rantaro's death and kaede's execution. Anger, distress, fear. Everyone was desperate to get out of here. Everyone except Angie.

"Don't be so naive miu! Haven't you realized we've already tried escaping, only for our attempts to fail," He expression then turned serious, her smile stayed on her face. "All we can do now is adjust. If we continue to worry about finding a way out, we will only fall deeper into despair. And we don't want that do we?"

Despair. It rang out heavily in the detective's head and made him uneasy.

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After a while, everyone decided to help Angie with renovating the school. Angie wanted everyone to start working on the courtyard, planting some flowers that himiko had grew herself.

"So you degenerates be careful with himiko's precious flowers!" Tenko's face and voice both expressed her fury and admiration for the ultimate magician.

Everyone was eventually handed a large crate filled with colorful flowers trapped in soil. It was a hassle to carry, that's for sure. But somehow, shuichi managed to bring his heavy crate towards some grassy area, even if he was sweating bullets.

As he began transferring the plants, shuichi wondered how easily everyone, including him, was willing to adapt to staying here. His facial expression turned stern, almost furious. He didn't want to stay here, not one bit.

It would go against what kaede asked of him. What she wanted.

"Y'know," a familiar voice caught him off guard and snapped him out of his thoughts. I never thought this is what I'd be doing instead of finding a way out." Kaito sat next to the detective, crate in his arms as if it weighed nothing. The luminary stared blankly at whatever was in front of him before cocking his head to side and and staring at the distressed detective. "Bet you're thinking the same right?"

Shuichi gave a hesitant nod. "Yeah," he sighed and continued to carefully plant the flowers. He was glad to have kaito as a friend, a best friend more like it. Even if he was vigorous and abrasive, shuichi found some sort of gentleness in him and felt as if he could tell him anything.

It was in an act of impulse on Kaito's part, picking off a flower from his crate and adjusting it in shuichi's hair. It was an impulsive act, and he was willing to admit that.

"Hm?" Shuichi turned his head at the tickling feeling against his temple, only to witness a large sunflower stuck neatly in his hair. His face burned and was now as red as the Rose he gripped in his hand.

Kaito laughed, and ran his hands through his own hair, messing up its usual spiky style and letting it fall on his face. Shuichi couldn't lie, it was quite the sight. With a trembling hand, shuichi kept his head away from the other, and managed to stick the Rose messily in Kaito's messed up hair. Light pink dusted on Kaito's face, he fixed the Rose and laughed heartily and loud, much to shuichi's pleasure.

In an instant though, tenko's shrill voice caused their moment to end as she called them out. "Don't you go wasting himiko's flowers and putting them in you're greasy, degenerate hair!" She pointed at the now extremely embarrassed students with anger and caused some other students to snicker and laugh their way.

Much to shuichi's embarrassment, the detective swiftly and carefully removed the Rose from Kaito's hair and held it in his hands. Kaito refused to remove the sunflower he put in shuichi's hair.

These are going to be really cheesy just bear with me ok-

Going on an emotional roller coaster this year
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