Suou Goshuin |

[Note: why the hell is my phone still autocorrecting Suou to Soup ;^;

This is procrastination honestly cause I'm too much of a wuss to finish/continue the Norman oneshot I've been writing for a while now.

Ekkk

Also I've gone through at least 15 Beyblade Burst oneshot books but I haven't found any oneshot for him?? Wahh, I expected at least two or three. ]

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Camellias.

Suou looked down at the flowers, that stood somewhat crowded inside the white ceramic vase as he had continued to stare at it-- he questioned who could have given it to him, a house maid had said it was delivered but there was no name, no address nothing except a small note that simply read;

'To Suou Goshuin'

He tapped his fingers on the wooden desk, an uneasy feeling setting into his stomach. One of things he had hated most was not knowing-- he found himself getting annoyed he shouldn't be worrying about this he had more pressing matter to attend to reminding himself the important match he had just tomorrow.

Suou sighed putting this flower fiasco at the back of his mind at least till the match he had was finished.

-

He had almost forgotten the flowers that had been anonymously sent to him well that is till he had gotten another.

He coughed for what had felt like the hundredth time today, he was surprised he wasn't already coughing up blood by this point seeing how much his throat hurt. He hated this, he hated being sick, it made him feel weak in a sense he was at the moment.

The door slided open, one of his  maids he had assumed came to check up on him though he felt his eyebrows furrow his eyes landing on a small bouquet of flowers.

Azaleas.

“Are you alright, sir?”

Suou sat up his body feeling heavier than usual, he ignored her questioned eyes narrowing staring at the bouquet.

  “Who's are those from?” He asked.

The maid smiled nervously, holding up the bouquet slightly, looking down she admired them. “Oh! There for you, Sir! Aren't they lovely!”

He winced at her loud tone, hating how sensitive his ears were at the moment. “. . . Does it say who's it from?”

“No, nothing-- just your name.”

He clicked his tongue in annoyance.

The maid gasped slightly, putting the flowers on the desk, grabbing the vase that already had wilting flowers inside. 

“I'll just clean and put some water in this, Sir! It'll be just a moment!” She muttered before quickly exiting the room.

Suou lied backed down onto his bed, taking a glance back towards his desk; staring somberly at the flowers, a memory he had with his mother came flooding into his head.

'Sometimes we don't need words to say what we want.'

'What do you mean, Mother?'

'Have I ever told you about the language of flowers?'

Hanakotoba---

Flower language.

Was the person sending flowers to him trying to say something to him?

He racked his brain trying to remember clearly the meanings of each flower, it had been years since he learned it, so the memories were a bit foggy and most flowers didn't have just one meaning alot of them had multiple.

Camellia
- Admiration, Gift to a man, Good luck.

In those three meanings, what had caught his eye the most was
'Good luck' as the flowers had been sent just a day before his match.

The azalea was somewhat of an easy one seeing his condition.

Azalea
- Take care of yourself for Me.

So who ever was sending him these flowers knew he was sick?

This was very. . . strange as the only people who knew he was sick were Fubuki and Aiga but seeing how much the maroon haired boy talked he could have accidentally blabbed it to who knows who-- so there might be a few more people who knew.

But the flowers couldn't have been from Aiga, he didn't look like could differentiate between a peony and chrysanthemum much less their meanings and the day Fubuki gives him flowers is the day his dead but then again he still didn't seem like a guy who'd give funeral flowers.

So who could it be?

He thought for a while but no none in particular came into mind, mostly because he didn't think anybody cared that much about him and that was fine, he didn't need anyone looking out for him, he could handle himself.

Suou sighed.

'Take care of yourself for me.'

He flinched remember what the flowers meant-- somehow he felt annoyed taking somewhat of an order (or advice) from a person who was so vague and didn't even have the courage to openly give him flowers.

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes trying to calm his nerves.

A thought came into his mind as he feel asleep; that he needed to find whoever was sending him these flowers.

-

He stared at her, a storm of thoughts brewing in his head--

Her?

He was beyond confused, why would a girl like her care so much about him? It's even weirder seeing how they've barely even talked to each other.

He knew. . . well basically nothing about her; he knew she was nice, friendly, outgoing and rather quiet (which was a good thing seeing the people she usually befriended had a tendency to talk too much) but practically nothing else.

He found himself getting intrigued.

He didn't know you,

But he could get to.

-
Suou flashed a gentle smile as he looked down at you, titling his head slightly.

You looked at him feeling heat rise up to your cheeks, opening your mouth to say something but you were cutt off as he handed you a flower.

A Carnation.

Note
Like most flowers Carnations have multiple meanings-- which meaning you interpret is up to you ;w;

Thanks for reading, I hope it doesn't suck as much as think it does! :>

Flower boy uwu💕
Old art but it's still decent, I think.