“Hey, Demyx! Can we go out on a walk?” You ask and stick your head into Demyx’s room. Demyx, who was lying on his bed, looks up at you and takes off his headphones.

    “…… What?” He asked as he rubbed his eyes.

    “I asked if you wanted to go out on a walk with me.” You sigh. “If you’re going to ignore me, then I’ll just ask Roxas and Axel to walk with me.” You begin to walk out the door when you feel Demyx grab your hand. You turn to see Demyx ready for walking.

    “I-I’ll go… Just don’t go with those guys…!!” Demyx said and you smile.

    “All right then!”

*

    And that was how you got here. In a nearby park that had the most beautiful flowers you had ever seen in your life. Demyx, who should have been walking with you, was looking at some of the flowers very carefully like a doctor trying to check on a young child.

    “Demyx?” You ask as Demyx stopped and began looking at a tulip.

    “Yeah?” Demyx asks as he checks the tulip for something.

    “Why do you keep looking at the flowers?” You ask him and Demyx looks up at you. “I mean, we can’t even walk like this…” You say and Demyx looks for something on the ground. He found a dandelion seed-head and pulled it out from the ground.

    “I like flowers. Did you know that flowers have a special meaning and the meanings are different based on where you live?” Demyx asked and you fold your arms in front of your chest and sigh. You feel as though it was a mistake to take Demyx with you out to go walking. Demyx notices this and takes your hands. He puts the small dandelion into them.

    “Demyx, I don’t think fluffy flower seeds are going to do anything—“ You begin and Demyx shushes you.

    “Did you know that dandelions mainly rely on wind to be able to spread their seeds? So it’s not so bad when people blow at them and make their seeds fly away. Wanna try?” Demyx asked and you hold up the dandelion.

    You blow on it lightly and the seeds fly off from the head of the flower. A few stubbornly stay on and you stop blowing. You look from the dandelion to Demyx.

    “… It has a Mohawk.” You say and show it to Demyx. The dandelion does look like it has one.

    “…………” Demyx smiles, but there seems to be some kind of feeling in his eyes. Like he’s a bit jealous at the flower…

    “It looks like you.” You say.

    “WHAT!!??” Demyx asked suddenly and pulled the dandelion out of your hand. “This doesn’t look like me! You’ve got to be kidding! I do not look like a dandelion seed!” Demyx said and he blew at the dandelion, making the rest of the seeds fly away.

    “…… Now it’s bald.” You say and Demyx looks at you and then back to flower. He looks back at you like a child that did something wrong.

    “I’m sorry…” Demyx starts, but you smile and grab his hand.

    “Well, Demyx! I guess you’re going to be bald in the future!” You laugh and begin pulling him down the road. Demyx follows you, and since you don’t turn to him, you never realized he was blushing the whole time you were holding onto his hand.

    Demyx wonders when he should tell you that a dandelion flower meant “warmhearted love”, and blushes more.