Title: The Language of Flowers
Fandom: Kodomo no Omocha
Theme: #11; gardenia
Disclaimer: I don't own Kodocha.
Notes: For tsukin0
. Happy Birthday!
"Oh, you grow flowers, Hayama," she commented absently. "They smell nice."
He turned. "They’re not mine—I think it's a school project for Natsumi."
"Why are they in your room then?"
"They're gardenias," a voice cut through the room. "Akito is the only one whose windows face full east. So they're in here."
"They're so pretty," Sana said. "Are they all the same?"
"Heavens no," she said briskly. "This small one, with the double flowers? The only one native to Japan. This one is a Cape jasmine, native to China, but very popular in the US. Isn’t that beautiful? Feel it."
Akito rolled his eyes at Natsumi's delight in someone's interest in her flowers.
"Oh! It's just like wax," Sana said, gingerly touching the white petals. "And the smell is so strong." She sniffed again.
Natsumi smiled. "Have you ever received gardenias Sana-chan?"
"Hmm, maybe. I don't remember," she crinkled her nose. "People send me things all the time, some with no names too!"
"Gardenias mean secret love," Natsumi continued.
"Hey! Naozumi-kun always sends me yellow tulips," Sana said excitedly. "What does that mean?"
Natsumi grabbed a book and opened it just as excitedly. "There's sunshine in your smile," she read. "That's so sweet!"
"Oh, oh! Does mistletoe really mean 'kiss me'?" asked Sana.
Natsumi looked. "Yeah!"
They spent the rest of the day chattering about flower meanings. Akito laid on his bed, exasperated. Finally, "Can I borrow the book?"
Both Natsumi and Sana perked up. Sana quickly stood. "I'll be going now! Bye!"
Natsumi handed the book to Akito. "Akito, are you going to send flowers to Sana?" she asked slyly.
"Yeah," he said indifferently.
"How sweet!" Natsumi cooed.
Aya greeted Sana the next morning with, "Sana-chan! Someone left you flowers!"
Sana beamed. "Hayama probably did," she said, with mixed pride and embarrassment. "What kind are they?"
"I don't know—they're really pretty," Aya said.
"They're geranium," Fuka said as she joined them. She looked a little angry. "Who sent those to you?"
"Hayama," Sana said, shy with happiness.
Immediately, Fuka walked over to Akito, slapped him, and came back. Sana's mouth fell open. "F-Fu-Fuka! What..."
"Geranium means stupidity," was her explanation.
Aya sighed as Sana began to fume with anger. It was going to be a long day.