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Goro’s fuming, he rarely fumes this badly before but of course, of fucking course , this is Akira Kurusu he’s talking about. The man that became his favorite barista yet also manages to infuriate him to high heavens, tickling that competitiveness in his heart over a game of chess.
Him and his stupid smile, stupid smirk when he wins, stupid pouty face when he loses, stupid perfect hands that makes his coffee perfectly everytime. I fucking hate him.
“You up for one more round?” the said black haired menace asked, smirking at him because he had once.
“Of course.” Goro doesn’t want to back down from the challenge. He’ll get him this time around.
He didn't manage to get him that round.
"You've been practicing for sure." Goro complimented through gritted teeth, smiling the Detective Prince smile.
“Of course. I can't always lose to my rival, haven’t I?” Akira motherfucking Kurusu smirks at him, looking so happy and content he just wants to… want to…
Fuck.
“Kid, it’s near closing.” the voice of Sakura-san called.
Ah, Goro didn’t even notice the time, too engrossed in trying to win against Kurusu. And he still hasn’t won today.
“Ah, then I must get going.” Even though bitter defeat still lingers on his tongue, maybe next time he visits LeBlanc he’ll get the victory that is for him.
“Wait.” Kurusu stopped him from standing up, standing up himself and went to his room upstairs, leaving Goro wondering what the other has for him.
What could possibly Kurusu deemed that it needed his attention now when they are about to part ways for the day? Is it a picture of his cat again? He swears he told Kurusu that he can just send those to him whenever (much to his displeasure)--
“Here.”
Orange filled his sight, a bright orange flower actually, held out to him while the black haired male smiles smirks at him. What the…
“A… flower?”
“A daffodil actually.”
“A daffodil.” Goro looked at Kurusu, then back at the flower, then back to Kurusu again. “And…?”
Akira smirks at him, grey eyes challenging him the way he challenges him to everything. “You’re my rival aren’t you? You can find why I gave you this.”
That fucking wink was the last straw.
Taking the orange daffodil to his hands he bid a brief farewell before leaving the establishment, ignoring the laughter he hears while going out and a goodbye from his rival.
He won’t admit that he made sure that the flower is safe on his way home and brushing his gloved fingers on a petal reminds him of that black haired menace.
It was easy to find of course, he has been given the name of the flower.
An orange daffodil. From what the website he had found said: orange daffodils mean vitality, enthusiasm, and joy, but it is also said to help someone overcome negative energy and accomplish something.
Is he…? Does he?
Oh if Goro’s nerves weren’t fuming before he definitely is now.
‘You can defeat me next time. ’ he’s sure what Kurusu is telling him with that flower.
That stupid idiot , giving him a flower like that, stupid idiotic moronic little shitty fucktard with fluffy hair and fucking pretty eyes.
Fucking fuck fuck!
The daffodil stayed by his window side of his bedroom, totally ignored and not taken care of despite not knowing flower care.
Of course he’s not going to let that idiot win even just by a mere flower . Oh no, he’ll give him something in return.
“Do you do customized bouquets perchance?” He hopes they won’t mind his weird request and is absolutely glad that Kurusu is not working in Rafflesia right now.
“Yes? For what occasion are you looking for?” the florist asked, the customer-service smile on her lips yet also nudging a bit to the genuine side. She must really like working as a florist.
“Please don’t ask any questions.” Goro warned her first, the silent questioning look was definitely a want to ask but she nodded nonetheless. “How would you arrange a bouquet that specifically… shows your distaste of the receiver?”
The florist is silent for a moment, soaking up the words. “Are… you sure about that?”
“Call it as…” Goro paused to think of a word, something that matched his detective prince persona. “I had a misunderstanding with a coworker that I know I’m right on.”
He doesn’t think the excuse worked but the florist simply winked at him before going back to arrange the flowers he had asked for. Goro hopes it’ll be lavish but would convey his message well despite being a bit vague to the florist.
It took a while, Goro looking through his phone all the while waiting, receiving cat pictures from Kurusu and responding to his other messages.
Soon enough the florist came back to a bouquet of assorted flowers.
“Here you go.” She smiled, handing him the bouquet. “Geraniums for stupidity, Orange Lilies for hatred, Petunia for Resentment, Yellow Carnations for ‘you have disappointed me’, and finally Palm Leaves for Victory and Success. I hope it met your expectations?”
Goro’s very glad for the translations, it seemed very good and he relayed such to the florist, complimenting her for understanding his intentions with the flowers.
“It’s a florist’s job! But I’m pretty sure my other coworker would’ve done better.” she chuckled.
He knows the said coworker is the recipient of this bouquet.
Goro paid the florist accordingly and said his goodbyes.
He has a match to win.
“Welcome to LeBla--...”
Goro immediately shoved the flowers in the other’s face, a triumphant look on his face. “My respond to your stupid flower.”
Kurusu looked at him confusedly for a moment, as if seeing another person in front of him before looking back at the flowers, analyzing each and every flower in it, eyes drifting from the reds of the geraniums, humming at the orange of the lilies, chuckling at the yellow carnations, snickering at the palm leaves, and finally stopping at the magenta petunias.
“What’s the petunias for?” Kurusu asks, pointing at the said magenta flowers.
“From what the florist told me it’s Resentment.” Goro answers, his smirk widening. He didn’t know the meaning?
Kurusu looked at the said flowers again, seemingly analyzing it before smiling and finally chuckling yet again, taking the bouquet gently as if handling glass.
“Well. Did you know Petunias has another meaning other than ‘resentment’?”
Goro blinked. “... huh?”
Kurusu chuckled yet again. “Petunias also means ‘your presence soothes me’.”
It took a few moments for Goro to register the information, and when he did Goro hopes he’s not blushing at the implication of what the other is saying.
No, that meaning is… not true! He only means the ‘resentment’ part! Even though that meaning is also… true…? Urgh… what a terrible coincidence!
Goro groans, hiding his face in embarrassment.
“Fuck you, Kurusu.” he groaned, thanking that they’re the only people in the cafe today.
In his peripherals he saw Kurusu smirk, leaning closer to him, the bouquet cradled on his chest. That smirk is something he doesn’t like.
“How about fuck me yourself, Goro~”
Goro’s ears did not turn bright red at that.
This fucking shit...