#mihime

Mihime-

A shy, awkward student comes walking up to Mihime while she and the rest of her clique are sitting on the bench behind the school.

"N... Nobuki-senpai, I saw this pretty flower in the garden, so-"

Mihime cuts him off immediately, furrowing her eyebrows and turning up her nose in disgust. "Is that for Momo-chan? I don't like sappy bullshit like this, she does."

The boy nervously scratches the back of his head and fumbles for words. "Ah. Um, t-then I guess I'll j-just... Throw it away, I suppose."

Mihime quickly snatches the flower and pushes him away with her foot. "Shut up and give me the flower, dumbass."

The student walks away as Mihime turns back to her friends, a slight blush spreading across her face.

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Momoko-

"Momoko-san!" a voice calls.

Said girl, who'd been walking and gossiping to her friends, turns around waiting in front of the school gate. A boy around her age jogs up to her, a large bouquet in his hands.

"You look beautiful, as always! I brought you this bouquet of peonies, I know they're your favorite."

Momoko immediately starts tearing up (because she is a literal crybaby) and takes the flowers from the boy. She touches a petal and looks up at him, a gentle smile crossing her face.

"The restraining order says 50 feet away, loser. Don't make me call the police again," she says, the warm smile still set. She turns and joins her friends as they walk into the school.

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Kageya-

A young girl, possibly a first year, comes running to catch up to Mihime's clique. As mean as they are, she thinks it's worth giving her gift to her senpai Kageya!

Maybe then he'll actually notice her. She's had a crush on him for the longest of time. They were in junior high together and she was much too shy to say anything and was sad when he went on to high school. Now might be her chance.

"Kageya-senpai!" she calls out. Out of breath she hands him a single rose. "Here, I picked this flower out especially for you!"

He was quiet. Staring at her with his cold, critical eyes. She looked at his friends. They looked bored with her, awaiting her absence. She felt defeated.

She was just about to lower the rose and walk off when he grabbed it from her, examining the petals.

"Can I smoke it?"

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Nijiko-

Nijiko opened his front door, hearing the bell ring and numerous knocks. But no one was there. He looked down and saw a large bouquet of red carnations.

He blushed and looked at the tag to see who had sent them but what he saw confused him. A card with a bunch of writing, yet it wasn't in Japanese. He recognized some words but not enough to understand. Then it hit him.

"Chinese...?" a small smile appeared on his lips. "Song, Lishen.. You little devil"

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Kiyomi-

Despite her friends telling her not to get revenge, she knew she had to. This was the third time! She's sick of it and sick of that weirdo!

She turned the corner and spotted him. He was turned around, talking to his friends in front of their club room. Perfect.

She stomped up to him, grabbed the strap to his camera, and spun him around. She kicked as hard as she could in between his legs. The poor boy fell in front of her, crying and whimpering.

"Stop putting flowers in my locker, or I'll make sure you won't see the light of day! You got that, collar-boy?!"

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TLDR:

Mihime likes being given gifts even if they aren't to her liking. She actually really cherishes them.

Momoko likes gifts, but not from people she doesn't know and will get a restraining order against the giver.

As long as you can smoke it or eat it, Kageya doesn't mind. Otherwise he'll throw it away. Right in front of the giver.

Kiyomi hates getting gifts and will tell the giver to leave her alone. If they don't, she will use physical violence against the giver.

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