She had a white rosebud in her hair and a bouquet of withered flowers in her hands when they first met.
"Oh, god, I didn't realize someone else was here," She said, glancing down at the dead bouquet in her hands. "Sorry, I just... Need to throw these away. They're kinda useless now."
"Why are they useless?" Saruhiko asked. "You could use them for something else,"
(F/n) hummed, walking into the classroom and holding the flowers over the garbage.
"I don't need to use flowers that witnessed my heart break."
They hit the bottom of the trash with a thud.
"Instead...," She turned to him with a smile. "I'll grow new ones and get over my feelings."
Saruhiko stared, not expecting her response.
"By the way," She said, clasping her hands behind her back. "I'm (L/n) (F/n). I'm in your class!"
"I'm... Fushimi Saruhiko."
On that day, a friendship sprouted.
A couple days later, they met on the roof.
"Oh, Fushimi-kun!" She called, waving him over. "Yo