You sit to the steps to the tea house, the skirt of your dress flowing over your bare legs. You hum to yourself lightly as you wait for Kiku to arrive for tea.
He's late, you note, and that's an odd thing for him to do. Kiku's never late.
But you don't mind, really.
Suddenly, he appears, a pink blush dusted upon his cheeks. He carries the tea set with him, and he sets it down beside you before holding out his hand.
You take it.
"(name)?" he whispers into your ear. "Aishiteru."
That's the boldest thing he's ever said.