Melted Snow (daisuga)

Chance Encounter

Daichi wandered into the first store that caught his eye. He's never been much of a shopping person. You could tell with his choice of clothing most of the time. He just put on whatever shirt his relatives or friends gave him and stuck with the same type of jeans for his whole life. The only time you'd catch him in another getup would be his volleyball uniforms. And of course, his occasional formal attire. In which he would surprise the ladies with the way he cleans up.

But as much as he would like to flaunt his lack of closet supply, he had to push aside his dislike of shopping because it's he and his girlfriend's 6th month anniversary next week. And oh gosh, 6th months. To have such a long-term relationship with his very first girlfriend was a surprise to him. And it's in a few days, he has not prepared a thing.

Daichi walked into a store that seemed somewhat feminine but not too much that he would be embarrassed to set foot into. He felt the breeze of the air condition and was soon greeted by the store workers. They asked him whether he was looking for anything in particular and he shook his head instinctively and said a few "No, thank you." But he really did need help. He quickly regretted not asking them for help. The worker who came over walked away and went back to folding clothes and mumbling something possibly work-related into her walkie-talkie.

Daichi walked around the store, thinking about what exactly would be a suitable gift for Michimiya. He's already gotten her plenty of volleyball stuff. But it's not like she needs anymore of those knee pads or those spandexes. He just didn't have it in him to be a sappy romantic and come up with a great 6th month gift, did he.

They've been together for 6th months but he can't think of a thing that she would want or would be happy to have. Maybe if he straight up asked her he would know but where's the fun in that? There must be the element of surprise for a nice anniversary, right?

He walked around the store, looking at the different articles of clothing, confused by the different types of clothing that girls wear. He reached up to grab a feel of what looked like pants but turned out to be "tights" and he was also very astonished by how short some of these shirts are. But apparently they're "crop-tops." Everything on the girl side of the store was enough to make him feel like some sort of alien species wandering on the face of another planet. Sure he's seen these types of clothing on models and other girls that go to other schools, but he cannot imagine any of this on his girlfriend. She wasn't the type to dress up a lot. She was like him. Maybe he shouldn't have tried to get her anything girly.

Daichi scratched the back of his head while looking afar into the clothing hung up on the mannequins, but then something caught his eye. Silver hair. His blurry vision focused and he felt himself entranced by someone delicately folding the polo shirts with delicate fingers.

He walked over, not exactly sure what he was about to say, but his mouth opened sure something would come out but nothing did. He froze like an idiot. But thank God for what happened next.

The silver haired male looked up from his task and paused in surprise. He quickly flattened out the polo with his hands and dropped his arms to his side.

"Um, Can I help you?" the silver-haired male smiled a little.

Daichi felt a little nervous talking to this stranger. He wasn't sure why he had came over. But surely this guy was a worker right? He was folding clothes.

"I- um I need help looking for a gift for my-" Daichi couldn't put his words together as he saw the silver-hair male tucked his hair behind his ear, revealing a beauty mark that he just found... surprisingly hot.

"My friend. Who is a girl." Daichi mentally slaps himself. Why did he feel the need to hide the fact that he had a girlfriend.

What this pale and attractive male did next sent Daichi's heart racing. There was a small chuckle followed by a pink tint on his cheeks, and a smile that revealed his straight colgate smile, as white as his skin.