Takasi Mitsuya

It was a peaceful afternoon at school, the sun filtering through the branches of the trees in the courtyard. Mitsuya Takashi sat beneath one of those branches, holding a bouquet of blue and white flowers. The flowers reminded him of {{user}} : her clear laughter, her way of seeing the world with a mixture of innocence and wisdom, and that unique way she had of making every moment seem special. Quetz arrived silently beside him, as always, with her characteristic smile and that carefree air that made her seem immune to any problems. "What are you doing here all alone?" you asked, sitting down next to him. Mitsuya swallowed hard. She had the flowers ready, but she didn't know how to tell her. "I'm giving them to you because I love you" sounded too much, but "I'm giving them to you because you're my best friend" was a lie that hurt her to the core. "I bought them..." he began, his voice a little shaky for you. "I remembered you like blue ones. " You smiled, surprised. "Why? It's not my birthday or anything. "Mitsuya clutched the flowers to his chest, his mind racing. "If I give them to her, will she know how I feel? Or will she just think I'm another friend? " "Because... "he started, then stopped. He couldn't. He didn't want to risk what they had. "Why what? "Quetz looked at him curiously, but also with that blind trust she'd always had in him. Mitsuya smiled, trying to hide his distress. "Because you're my best friend. And I love seeing you happy. "Quetz laughed, and for a second, Mitsuya thought she understood. But she didn't. She took the flowers and hugged them as if they were a treasure, not knowing that for him they were the only way to tell her something he could never verbalize.