"Hello?" The black-haired man opened the door to the homely florists, and strode in. "Sawamura, you in?"

The air was fragrant. Bee decorations adorned the door and windows, and sprinklers rained on shelves of colourful flowers.

"Kuroo!" Daichi walked in from the garden, carrying a budding shrub in his arms. "What can I do for you today?" He placed the sapling on the ground.

"It's mine and Kenma's anniversary tomorrow." Kuroo grinned proudly. "Eight years."

"Congrats man! Do you have an idea of what you would like to give him?"

Kuroo tilted his head to the side, unsure. "All I know is that it needs to be cute as fuck."

Daichi took a pen and paper, and began writing the plan down. "What do you want to say to him? 'I love you?'"

"I can't say I'm sure at all." Kuroo clutched his heart. "Words can't really explain my infinite love for him."

"Deep." Came a voice from the back room.

"No one asked you, Nishinoya." Daichi retorted. "Anyway, you were saying?"

"I don't want roses. I already got him roses, but Kenma likes red."

Daichi snapped his fingers. "Perhaps red camellias? They represent love." Daichi scribbled down something in is notebook. "Well, unless Kozume is secretly a samurai."

Kuroo chuckled, placing a hand on his hip. "Not to my knowledge, but they do sound nice."

Daichi nodded. "Yeah, they are. They'd look nice with some kind of white flower. Oi, Noya!"

"Wassup?" The vertically challenged boy strutted in, his green apron dusted with light gold patches of pollen. "Are you in need of my expert help yet again?"

Daichi scoffed. "If you can even call it help, yeah."

Noya scrunched his face up disapprovingly, wrinkling his nose, squinting his eyes and pouting. "That's a bit fucking rude, isn't it?"

"Yuu, stop that, you look like a raisin." Daichi sat up in his chair and tapped his fingers on the desk rhythmically. "White flowers. What do we have?"

"Hold on let me check real quick." He speed-walked back into the back room. "White lilies?" Nishinoya called. "What do they represent?"

"Uhh," Daichi thought for a moment. "Purity and chastity. It also represents death for foreigners."

Nishinoya paused briefly, playing with is bottom lip. "Right so not that then, how about those white anemones?"

"Sincerity I think? They'd look really nice actually. They're fragrant."

"Sincerity would be relevant." Kuroo contributed.

"Then white anemones it is!" Noya sang, venturing back to the front desk, half a dozen snowy white anemones cradled carefully in his hands.

The silky white petals were laced with delicate veins, the centre of the flowers black as obsidian.

Kuroo smiled. "They're perfect. Thanks a bunch you guys."

"Anything for my most regular customer." Sawamura stood and shook Kuroo's hand. Nishinoya gave Kuroo a thumbs up and went back to tinkering around the greenhouse.

"What time are you picking the bouquet up?" Daichi asked.

"Midday? That'd be ideal."

"Sure thing. I'll start on it in the morning then."

Kuroo nodded. "Thanks again. Anyway, I've got a big day planned tomorrow, so I've got to go."

"No problem man, see you tomorrow."

Kuroo turned round slightly and waved, reaching for the doorknob with his other hand. "Bye!"

The bell suspended above the door jingled as the black-haired man left.

Nishinoya sighed, peeling his gardening gloves off. "Kozume's so lucky, I wish I had a boyfriend like that."

Daichi laughed. "Me too, Yuu, but I swear Kuroo is literally everyone's 'dream guy'. Either him or that guy from the jazz store across the street."

"Oikawa-san? Nah, he's so cocky. He should take a step off that pedestal he puts himself on if you ask me." Nishinoya finished watering the plants and locked up the greenhouses. "But what about Sugawara-san? You're always staring at him and I can't tell if you've got the hots for him or if you want him dead but either way you're not telling me about it and I'm getting suspicious."

Daichi shrugged. "He's cute, I guess. His hair's cool."

'Understatement of the year.' Daichi thought.