Floral Flame
โ Florist!Touya X Reader โ
(NO QUIRKS AU , I NEED TO HEAL ๐ค๐ค๐ค)
YOGiNotes: I canโt believe Iโm writing this but here we are!! We need more male reader fics guys.. I feel left out /j
(EVERYONE LITERALLY DRAGGED ME TO THE DABI BRAINROT!1!1! STOP THIS MADNESSSSSS)
Completely made this in a rush and out of boredom! I apologize for any spelling and/or grammar mistakes. It is a bit short for my liking but I do hope you still enjoy! ๐
Warnings: some swearing ig (?) ; very unfunny author ; angst will cook soon (not in this chapter thoughโฆ.)
โMy flowerโฆโ
Y/N muttered to himself, staring at the now-wilted flower. With a gentle touch, he reached out and tapped one of the fragile petals, watching as it detached from the wilting bloom and fell to the ground.
โI should probably ask that old hag for some advice again, huh?โ
He was talking about the older yet amicable woman who ran the flower shop just a few blocks away from his apartment. He regretted not remembering her name. With a less-than-careful tug, Y/N detached his backpack from the corner where it had been gathering dust and carelessly dumped its contents onto the bed, each item making a soft thump sound as it hit the mattress. Y/N cautiously placed the flower pot into his bag once everything was out and grabbed a random coat from the rack beside the door. As he walked out, he tried to tie his shoes while keeping up with his pace.
Almost causing himself to fall.
Well, almost.
He strolled over to his locked bicycle, hopping on it shortly. He rode his bicycle to the shop. But when he arrived..
He was not greeted to the usual โgood dayโ of the kind old woman; rather, a man who didnโt look too far off his own age.
โThis guy definitely listens to mcr..โ
Y/N thought to himself, as he waved at the guy. Putting up a front, smiling politely.
โExcuse me? Do you know whereโโ
โSheโs not here today.โ
โฆokay, rude?
โOh.. When will sheโโ
โNext week.โ
This guy was getting on Y/Nโs nerves if he was being completely honest.
โWho are you anyways?โ
Y/N was only met with silence and a cold blank stare. He stared back becauseโ well, to be Frank, he didnโt know what else to do.
โI work here.โ
โThat doesnโt answer my question.โ
He could hear the man click his tongue in annoyance.
โI donโt have to answer to you,โ he rolled his eyes, โnow, do you need help with anything or something?โ
โIs that how you usually treat your customers?โ
โโฆyeah? So what?โ
โNothing, just saying itโs a big.. contrast to what Iโm used to.โ
The man's gaze fixed on Y/N with a steely glare, his eyes narrowing as if affronted by Y/N's audacity to utter such a statement. โWhatever.. just tell me what you need so we can be done here.โ
โRight.. so um..โ
Y/N withdrew the flower from his backpack and gingerly placed it on the counter of the checkout. He then glanced up at the man, a sheepish smile playing on his lips.
โI donโt know what went wrong.. I did what I was told and kept managing my watering time..โ
Dabi, as indicated by his nametag, meticulously examined the flower, leaning closer to get a better look. It was clear the flower was already dead, leaving him to ponder Y/N's actions beforehand. Y/N, however, contemplated if Dabi was thinking something profound like 'this plant hadn't received the precise amount of water it required,' or if it was something stupid simple and meaningless like โI wonder what Iโll have for dinner later.โ
Jokes on him, Dabi was thinking of both.
Dabi let out a sigh and rolled up his sleeves, revealing the tattoos on his arms. Y/N was tempted to take a peek, but quickly reminded himself not to be nosy. However, despite his best efforts to focus, he couldn't help but sneak a quick glance at the intricate ink designs on Dabi's skin.
โShittt.. thatโs sick.โ
Y/N thought before quickly snapping out of it.
โDid you make sure your flower gets enough sunlight every day?โ
โโฆwhat?โ
โYour flower?? Gets sunlight?? Hello??โ
โโฆโฆโ
Dabi slowly shifted his gaze towards Y/N, his face betraying a mixture of disbelief and surprise. His expression seemed to convey a silent question, as if wondering what on earth Y/N was even doing to this poor plant.
โAre you fucking with me right now?โ
โโฆno.โ
The two stared at each otherโฆ
After a moment of silence, Y/N spoke up again. โHow was I supposed to know this flower needed sunlight?โ
โGoogle exists.โ
โIโm a busy man!โ
โBusy doing what? Being uneducated?โ
DAMN, that hurt more that it was supposed to.
โOkay.. okay, itโs a dumb mistake on my part. Can I buy another one to try again?โ Y/N puts his hands on his hips, waiting for Dabiโs answer. โWell.. I donโt have a choice I guess.โ Dabi said, the sound of defeat evident in his tone. He walked away to find the same flower as Y/N stood there.
Y/N found himself strangely familiar with the odd man before him. There was something about him that he couldn't quite pinpoint, and it frustrated him. Crossing his arms in annoyance, Y/N observed Dabi carefully examining the flower selection. He realized maybe he should cut the newbie some slack since he just started working here after all.
Dabi finally located the specific flower Y/N had requested and assisted in transferring it to a fresh pot. He then helped Y/N carefully tuck the potted flower into the latter's backpack, gently securing it in place.
โThanks, I appreciated the help.โ
โUgh, please never come back.โ
Y/N snorted at that, almost unable to hold his laughter. He handed his payment to Dabi, and waved goodbye.
โUnfortunately for you, new guy, Iโm a regular here!โ
He said as he walked out of the store.
Dabiโ no, Touya exhaled a frustrated sigh once that idiot guy was gone. He hated working at the flower shop but knew he had no choice. His current situation forced him to hide, and this job was a means to keep a low profile. He longed for a better life, but for now, he was stuck here in this cramped shop, surrounded by fragrant blooms.
Welp, thatโs the life of a man on the run he supposed..
YEEEE HE HAS EDGY BACKSTORY WOAHH ๐ซต๐ซต๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ฎ
This chapter is just me trying to get the idea out of my head, I swear Iโll cook better in the next one โน๏ธโน๏ธโน๏ธ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฅ
This was supposed to be an artwork idea but I couldnโt really draw rn
Also, mind you, Iโm posting this at 3AM in my timezone, PLEASE PLEASE EXCUSE THE BADWRITIGNNFNF ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ
(I am ashamed of myself ๐)
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