21 A FLOWER GIGOLO 2

Generally, if the guy was cold like an iconic character in a movie, he would be amused by wearing cute things and such. And look, now Renji instead took a bouquet of visiting roses from Haru and inhaled the aroma like he was permeating.

"You... like roses, don't you?" Ginnan asked.

"I?" Renji smiled faintly. "I like all kinds of flowers except Rafflesia."

Ginnan's brow instantly twitched. "Of course you idiot ..." he growled. He had just stared in amazement at the man. "Who likes that rotten flower anyway."

Renji seemed to be thinking again. "Ah . . . no. I don't like Acacia either," he said. "I mean the yellow one."

"Yellow?"

"You don't know what flowers mean?"

NO! IT IS NOT! BECAUSE I AM A REAL MAN!

Ginnan wanted to scream like that, but he didn't do his best. Because maybe he's getting used to it. Renji's personality is bad, but... never mind.

"Of course not. Who cares about flowers anyway?"

"Yellow Acacia means the feelings of the person you are aiming for... are in someone else," Renji said. "And I'm sorry I never got to join the bonsai club in school."

Oh, that's right.

One more trait of Renji that Ginnan had forgotten. This man also likes to vent to his heart's content, as it is, regardless of whether it's a secret or not, and to whom he tells.

"Oh... why?"

Instead of being surprised again, Ginnan decided to just go with the flow.

"The homeroom teacher first took me to the subject extracurricular," he said. "FMIPA, foreign languages, and political debate. I'm interested in flowers."

["Suddenly I want to slap this man!"] Ginnan thought.

Isn't he the coolest man in the world?

Why can one be so obedient to the teacher?

"You don't want to resign your profile or something?"

"Useless," Renji said. This time by pulling the crown of the roses one by one. Like a child playing with something. "They are having a hard time finding a replacement candidate for me. Because everything is intended for the inter-school competition."

["Gosh...! Is the venting or showing off?"] Ginnan thought again. "The type of model student who goes crazy outside of his education!"

"Oh..." Ginnan said. "But you know enough about flowers. Isn't that more than enough?"

"No," Renji said. "Anything about flowers is never enough for me to know."

"Oh my..." Ginnan sighed. "Then why not just open a flower shop?"

"Already."

"What?"

"In this town," Renji said. He smiled slightly seeing his first flower was completely bald. "I opened several small branches. Haru takes care of them and I'm happy even though I rarely visit in person."

"Okay-okay. I know you're very rich. So stop here to show off." Ginnan said.

Instead, Renji took another stick and held it in Ginnan's face. "You're a flower."

Ginnan rolled his eyes. "What else now?"

"I mean you deserve flowers."

Ginnan took a deep breath. "Is your illness getting amnesiac?" he asked. "Feelings I told you... that I'm perfectly straight, normal, and don't turn at all."

"Yeah, but I'm just talking about impressions," Renji said. "Some people do look like that. They don't have to be girls, but they suit flowers."

"So? Is that all?"

"Next month Haru might be looking for a new model," Renji said. "And I'd be interested in taking you to one of the collages if you'd like."

Ginnan closed and clenched his fists subconsciously. "No, thank you."

"Why?"

"My face is well known in gigolo profiles," Ginnan said. "Would you like your collage to be decorated with the impression of a sex salesman?"

"Will it be good?"

"Stupid..."

"You've called me stupid twice."

"Okay, explain."

Instead of explaining, Renji just straightened up. The startled Ginnan reflexively leaned back. He thought what Renji wanted, the man just slipped the flower stalk into his ear.

"I'll pay you five times your regular salary."

"Eh?"

Renji looked him straight in the eye. "Say you won't turn me down."

"Wait... what were we talking about earlier?"