tattoo artist!saizo x florist!reader
chapter 1/?
warnings: none
word count: 731
notes: this is unedited and posted on mobile, i’m gonna go back and fix it later though
Flowers were your life. You knew how horribly cheesy it sounded but it was the truth. Your memories of the past were hazy at best, all you remembered was being taken in by your current family when you were about 5 years old- never knowing your real parents. Xander was the one who watched after you the most. He taught you how to run the shop, stood up for you, and always helped you study. Camilla was always at your back too, but for different reasons. Xander could never handle your emotions very well, always unsure of what to say to you after a bad day or a breakup. Camilla on the other hand, always seemed to be able to make you feel better. You and your younger siblings helped them manage the flower shop until your dad made them enroll in college. He was never around either, which meant the future of the shop was left to you, Leo, and Elise.
The location of your shop was almost comical, directly across the street from a tattoo parlor. On one side, flowers, sunshine, smiles, pastel colors- on the other, rock music, giant scary buff guys, neon lights, and Saizo. He was the owner of the shop. He was an artist, but perhaps the most standoff person you had ever met. You had attempted conversation with him so many times that you lost count, and it always went the same way. One-sided and disappointing. Eventually you just decided to give up and ignore him, as much as he intrigued you.
The shop was quiet that day, the soft acoustics playing from the speakers softly tickled your ears, and the cool breeze that drifted in through the open door made you smile. You began dozing off at the counter before you heard someone clear their throat. There stood Saizo, intimidating as ever. It took you a moment to pull yourself together and squeak out a quiet “Hi, what can I help you with?”
“It’s Ryoma’s birthday, I need flowers for him.” He responded gruffly.
“Ryoma?”
“He runs the bakery with his siblings down the street.”
“Oh, of course! I’ll help you pick something out!” You grabbed his hand without thinking and pulled him so the aisle of deep red flowers. He reluctantly tagged behind you. “He’s always wearing that dark red apron, so how about something like this?” Before he could respond you heard two familiar voices throw themselves into the shop.
“(y/n) make Elise stop she won’t leave me alone!”
“Both of you knock it off I’m helping a customer!” You yelled as Elise popped her head around the corner.
“Aren’t you the tattoo guy?” She asked, approaching him with excitement. “Our sister (y/n) thinks you’re so cute-”
“ELISE!” You cut her off before she could say anything you would regret.
“Fine, fine, I’ll go.” She said before poking Saizo stomach. A small, wholesome gesture that seemed to send Saizo to the spirit realm. His face turned beet red and you could tell he was trying to hold back his giggles. And just like that, Elise and Leo flew out of the shop as quickly as the entered.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry about that. They can be so much to deal with sometimes.”
“That’s alright. My twin brother Kaze helps me out at the shop sometimes and we may be the same age but he’s a lot to deal with too. But if they come back, can you ask that girl not to…”
“To?”
“Not to tickle me.” He finished quietly.
“Oh my god. You’re ticklish aren’t you!”
“No! Maybe! I have a reputation you know! And it’s already at risk being in a flower shop!”
“Sureeee…” You drawled. “Don’t worry though. Your secret’s safe with me.” He breathed a sigh of relief.
“One more thing.”
“Yeah?”
“You think I’m cute?”
“I NEVER SAID THAT THAT WAS ELISE SHE MAKES UP THINGS ALL THE TIME I DON'T KNOW WHAT SHE’S TALKING ABOUT-” He cut you off with a laugh.
“Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me too. I’ll be back tomorrow to pick up the flowers.” He said as he casually strolled out of the store. As he reached the door he turned back and finished with “And by the way, I think you’re cute too.” Leaving you stunned, embarrassed, and a little bit thankful for your nosy siblings.
