أبو عائشة سامي هوايري

أبو عائشة سامي هوايري

26-10-2022

17:07

Kiyoomi receives an unexpected bouquet of sunflowers on his graduation day. It's handed to him by one of the organizers of the event without saying who's it's from. Kiyoomi is confused. Maybe he just got confused for someone else. His anxiety spikes at the thought of some poor

soul seeing him holding a bouquet that's supposedly theirs. There's no note on the flowers nor was there any clue to who the sender might be. He expresses his worries to his cousin Komori who only laughs. "Why is it that your first assumption is that they made a mistake?

Haven't you thought that it might from a secret admirer?" Kiyoomi frowns. "Don't be ridiculous. I don't have a secret admirer. I'm me." Komori merely rolls his eyes at that. After the ceremony, friends and classmates begin pulling him around for pictures. It's a tiring affair.

And he wouldn't have put up with it if it weren't for Komori's insistence. He's not particularly close to his classmates so he doesn't get their desire of taking pictures with him as if they've always been buddy from the start. Maybe it's just the adrenaline of the event.

He knows graduating college is a big deal. They've all worked so hard to get to this point and there really is a chance they won't see each other in the future anymore. But Kiyoomi isn't sentimental to those he doesn't feel attached to. People keep asking him where his bouquet

came from which only fuels his irritation. He doesn't know. And fuck does he hate not knowing. He's asked Komori plenty of times if this was some sort of prank on him but Komori says he has no idea and is curious himself. He really feels like he just stole someone else's

bouquet and he's starting to panic. When finally the round of picture taking ends, Kiyoomi rushes out of the venue to see a familiar mop blonde hair waiting outside. "Miya?" He calls out. Atsumu turns around and smiles when he sees Kiyoomi, bright and brilliant. His eyes are

shining like ray of sunlights. Atsumu reminds him sunflowers. Like the bouquet in his hands. If anyone deserved a bouquet, it was definitely Atsumu. Not prickly, grumpy Kiyoomi. There must have been some kind of mistake truly. "Hiya, Omi-kun," Atsumu greets. "What are you

doing here?" Kiyoomi asks. He wants to act annoyed but the tug on his lips give away his true feelings about Atsumu's presence. He's happy that Atsumu is here. Of course he is. He's been pining for YEARS. He's going to try out for the team he's in despite it being several miles

away from home. He's really got it bad. "Congratulations on yer graduation," Atsumu says, ignoring Kiyoomi's question. Then his eyes fall on the bouquet of flowers and smirks. "Nice bouquet ya got there. Who's it from?" Kiyoomi stalks closer to Atsumu, leaning down to whisper

dramatically into his ear. "I actually don't know. I think the organizers made a mistake and gave it to the wrong person. I'm scared someone will come to me and say how dare I take their flowers." At that, Atsumu bursts out laughing, doubling over and hitting his knees.

Kiyoomi glares at him. He doesn't appreciate being laughed at when he's being serious. Atsumu wipes a tear from his eyes. 'Ya crack me up, Omi-kun." "Why are you laughing? I don't want to be accused of stealing someone else's flowers." Atsumu lets out a few more chuckles but

ultimately stops himself to give Kiyoomi a reassuring smile. "Ya don't hafta worry about that, Omi-kun. The flowers are yers. So enjoy them." He gives Atsumu a suspicious look. "How would you know?" Atsumu's cheeks show the faintest of blush as he scratches the back of his neck

He smiles sheepishly up at Kiyoomi. "Ah, well. That's because they're from me." Kiyoomi's eyes widen in shock. "What?" "Just a lil gift for yer graduation day." Atsumu smiles softly, looking at everywhere but Kiyoomi. "Do ya like it?" Kiyoomi looks down at the bouquet in his

hands with newfound fondness. His heart warms and his smile grows bigger by the second. "I love it. Thank you. But why sunflowers?" "I don't know what yer favorite flower is," Atsumu admits. "Sunflowers are my favorite. And yer my favorite person. So I thought it fits..."

Kiyoomi's eyes soften. He steps closer to Atsumu, a bouquet's width away. He looks into hazel eyes and thought of bright yellow petals. "You're my favorite person too, Atsu."

Atsumu finally meets Kiyoomi's eyes, a small smile on his face. "Really?" Kiyoomi nods. "You're my sunflower."

// hellooooo today is my graduation day and something similar to this happened to me. i received a bouquet of flower not knowing who they're from and started panicking bc i thought i stole someone else's bouquet but it turns out to be from my family.

Sadly no secret admirers for me. But if I can turn any of my experience into skts brainrot then who needs real life romance right? lol but i hope you liked this threadfic 💕 And please support me if you can 🫶


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