miyanodaichi:
“Hmmmm, pink or purple?” Daichi thought out loud as he perused two pots of flowers, one of each colour, weighing his options and considering how they would each look in the current mini garden on his balcony.
“Vi says she likes the purple ones.” Micah smiled as he approached Daichi. It had been a while since he’d seen his friend, and he was excited to see him. Vi was beside Micah with a potted sunflower, smiling brightly.
















