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Darting into the flower shop was not one of her better ideas. But she couldn't help it; she had to ask why he was there. Instead she discovered it was possible for different people to have the exact same voice.
The results weren't bad though; even the grumpy florist was cute. Although the brunet did sound vaguely familiar…
"Will that be all for you, miss?" asked the not-her-sempai florist, green eyes echoing his smile.
She scanned the mixed bouquet he had assembled for her: peach, lily, daisy, and salvia blossoms. "Perfect!" She smiled back and followed him to the register.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Ken watched Youji flirt lightly with the pink-haired girl. Lightly, since her boyfriend waited impatiently outside. The soccer bag slung over his shoulder brought only a twinge instead of an ache.
"Momoko!" he yelled.
Ken started. That voice--!
"Hurry up!"
"Coming!" the girl replied, turning with her bouquet to wave. She smiled apologetically to Youji. "We're on our way to a party--we found out today he was accepted to J-League!" She ran out after receiving her change.
Ken didn't know he broke his pencil until he saw blood on his hand. Omi later helped get the splinters out.