the fire that rages within

cruentuscastificus:

⌈With a devilish smirk, Haku holds up the outfit in question: a rather feminine dashing looking yukata adorned with hand-painted flowers.⌋

“You needed something to wear to the festival, remember? Besides, I think this shade of sky blue will compliment your good looks.”

⌈ ほのお ⌋—

“I—w-well, it looks nice, actually.” He sounded surprised, feeling the soft fabric between his fingertips and noting the quite detailed design of the cloth overall. Not that he wasn’t a fan of floral prints—his room was filled with flowers, his mother’s hobbies included flower pressing and gardening, and his favorite aunt owned a flower shop. His father even called him a ‘flower boy’.  

                                  “Ah, y-yes, the festival. I almost forgot about it.” He cleared his rather dry throat, letting go the fabric and proceeded to stare at whatever. “You’re coming too, Haku?”