requested by imhimyfearme

I hummed to myself, taking out my credit card and paying for the bouquet of roses. They were soft, fresh, and were slightly still dripping wet. The plastic covering had a neat purple bow wrapped around it, along with a blank tag that had said "TO:" and "FROM:". The old lady with her crooked yellow teeth smiled at me as she handed back my credit card. I shoved it in my pocket as I walked out, hearing her voice saying, "I hope the girl likes it!"

I rolled my eyes as I left Anne's Bouquet Shop. The streets were quiet and occasionally there would be a couple cars driving by here and there. The smell of flowers never left my nose as I strolled to the parking lot and went into my car. I left the doors unlocked because the parking lot was pretty empty, it wasn't like anyone would steal a 1995 modeled Honda car that was colored red. Softly placing the bouquet of flowers to the side, I put on my seat belt and started my car. It wouldn't be a long drive home, I could still make it there before he wakes up. It was our anniversary after all, I had to make it special for him.

So, I quickly drove home. I parked my car into the garage, making sure I wouldn't crash into the wall and break something like last time. I exited the car, making sure to grab the bouquet of roses. I went towards the door and went into the house, quietly shutting it behind me. It did creak a little, but not so much that it was to the point in which you could hear it upstairs. I sighed in relief, setting the roses down once I had arrived at the dining table.

Honestly, I wasn't the best cook, but I had managed to make a stack of soft, fluffy pancakes that was topped with maple syrup and honey. I put the plate of food on the black tray and grabbed the bouquet of roses, hoping to not drop them all on my retreat up the stairs. I made sure to be quiet, the stairs were usually known for creaking at inappropriate timings. I reached the second floor and headed towards our room that was left a crack open.

I quietly pushed the door open with my back and entered the room. It had still smelled like cinnamon and vanilla from the air freshener that seemed to never stop bringing pleasant smells. In the bed was his fragile body, tossed and curled up into a small ball, trying to keep warmth under the covers. His messy hair was visible, also a portion of his pale face. I chuckled and strolled to the side of the bed.

Sitting down, I softly stroked his hair, causing him to groggily mutter something. I spoke in a whisper, "Seto, wake up."

"A few more minutes—" he had complained, turning to his side.

"Seto." I whispered again, stroking his hair. The brunet sat up at this point, removing the covers and facing me. His eyes lit up as I passed him the bouquet of roses and his breakfast.

"These are for you," I smiled, giddy. "Happy two year anniversary."

"M-Mitch—!" He gushed, eyes sparkling. "You didn't h-have to—"

"Are you an angel? Because I've dreamt of you all my life." I threw a cheesy pickup line, making him giggle. I smiled. Despite our past and differences, here we are, together.

"R-Really stop—"

"Do you have a map, because I'm really getting lost in your eyes." I continued to smile. His face seemed to heat up even more. "But I do love you, no matter what."

Seto gushed, "I love you too, Mitch."