"Today I'm looking for some flowers to help out with my modeling business!"

Kise Ryouta hummed as he walked into his modeling agency, grinning as he twirled the daffodil in his hands. He was in a fairly good mood. Never in his life did he expect to get a flower from (First Name).

As he steps into the elevator, the blond stares at the bouquet of other flowers in his hands. (First Name) had led him through the store, explaining all of the meanings of each individual species. Then he pauses.

She never told him the meaning of the daffodil.

He shrugs it off, assuming it unimportant, and steps out of the elevator when it reached his floor. Then, humming merrily again, he walks down the hallway and to his manager's office.

He enters the room before quietly shutting the door behind him, sighing and placing the flowers on a table in the center of the room. Another lady was present in the room, and her eyes lit up as soon as the model entered.

"Kise-san! I'm one of the directors for your next photo shoot- I specialize in flowers, you might say. I'm really looking forward to working with you! Oh, are those the flowers you are going to use?"

The blond sighs again, offering a tired smile to the enthusiastic lady. "Yeah, I picked them out myself. I had someone tell me what the flowers meant and stuff, so I'm assuming they are suitable for the shoot."

The lady picks up the flowers gingerly, examining each individual one, her eyebrows raised.

"Did you go to a professional shop? These flowers are of rather high quality."

At those words, Kise felt his heart swell slightly with pride, and a smile made its way onto his face.

"No, they're from a friend's local flower shop. It's called Fleur."

"Oh."

The lady continues examining the flowers, occasionally nodding her head in approval.

"It looks like you chose appropriate flowers for the shoot, Kise-san." She looks up with a smile, and her eyes fall upon the daffodil lying on the table, forgotten.

"...Does that flower belong in this bouquet?"

"No, though I kind of want to include it in the photo shoot."

The lady's smile falters, and she sets the bouquet back onto the table, before sitting back in a couch with a sigh.

"Look, Kise-san. I understand that daffodil's are beautiful and delicate- they really are, I love them- but they really clash with the theme of this photo shoot."

The blond blinks, confused.

"Excuse me. I'm afraid I don't quite understand-"

"You see, the definition is rather...different from that of the flowers you have chosen? I mean, I would compromise if you insisted, of course. Anything for you, Kise-san. But, why don't you think about it a bit more?"

Kise frowns, still confused.

"Well, of course I don't have to include the flower in the shoot if it ruins the theme. But why would it?" Kise leans forward slightly, interested. "I really don't understand. Just what does this flower mean?"

"Ah, the florist didn't tell you? Don't tell me that florist is a girl?"

"Eh?"

The lady sighs, and runs her hand through her hair.

"You see, Kise-san, in the language of flowers, the Daffodil means 'unrequited love'."

Oh.

"For you. I thought it suited you quite well."

Oh.

Kise's breath hitched upon realization of what her words had meant, the hidden message her eyes had carried. It was so unexpected, he couldn't do anything but blink for a minute.

"Well, Kise-san. I would love to spend more time speaking, but unfortunately, I have another appointment soon." The lady stands up, and heads towards the door. "The shoot is starting at four this afternoon. Make sure you bring the flowers-"

"Excuse me."

The lady turns around, flushing slightly when she sees Kise standing, a sexy smirk present on his face, daffodil in his hand.

"Actually, I have a request..."

x x x

You sigh as you begin to clean up your store. A week had passed since Kise's last visit, and you wanted to know how his photo shoot with the flowers had gone. You lean back on the counter, another sigh escaping your parted lips, before heading out the check the mail.

You fumbled through the packages of mortgage paying reminders and mail orders for flowers. You carry the pile of mail inside, and a certain package catches your eye.

It was from Kise.

Your heart speeds up, and you swallow thickly, trying to calm down. You open the package-

-only to be completely stunned by what you saw.

Kise Ryouta, lying on his back, flowers scattered around his body, his shirt unbuttoned to reveal the top of his torso. His head was tilted to the side, and in his hands, a single flower was held, pressed to his lips, his eyes staring seductively at the camera.

The daffodil.

You never expected him to find out the small message the flower had carried- but if he used it in his shoot, clearly he had. Or perhaps, had he simply liked the flower so much he decided to use it? Your hands brush over the bottom of the photo, only to feel something attached to it.

You slowly turn the picture over, and your heart leaps to your throat.

A small flower was attached to the back of the photo, along with a message.

Thank you.

-Ryouta

And before you realized it, you were crying, tears dripping down your face and onto the paper, laughing shakily all the while.

Ambrosia.

Your love is reciprocated.