A Day in the Life of Florist Aone

WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME THAT IT WAS AONE WEEK G O D

but anywho I wanted to contribute to this too now that I have a little bit of time on my hands :)))

I’m a sap for the flower shop AU so here’s some florist Aone

Day Five: Any AU

@aonetakanobu-week

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People, as in Aone’s former teammates, may think his life now is much too boring and full of uneventful nothings. On the contrary, taking over his family’s flower shop is far from boring.

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for @aonetakanobu-week day 4 (free day)!

Hey everyone!! So this year’s event will go from March 5th through March 11th, and the prompts are below! I’m hoping for lots of participation this year!

Day one: baking // snow days Day two: in the future // vacation Day three: different sport au // seasonal Day four: free day Day five: any au // hobbies Day six: music // leadership Day seven: color // nature

Hello everyone!! Just to sort of get the word out, I’m definitely planning on having another Aone week this year!! I’m anticipating sometime in March!

I’ll post more when I have more info!!

Aone Takanobu Week - Day 7: Valentine’s Day

You and Aone were sitting on a bench at the park where you’d had your first date so many years ago. He’d been almost as nervous then as he was now—fumbling with his hands and watching you out of the corner of his eye. It was still cold, and there was still snow on the ground—it was February, after all. But you had a cup of coffee in your hands keeping you warm. And of course, Aone kept you warm too.

“Are you alright?” you asked, glancing over at him.

He jumped at the sound of your voice, staring at you with wide, anxious eyes. The last time you saw him like this, he was waiting to hear about the interview that got him in at the most prestigious architecture firm in Tokyo. What could have him so nervous now, though?

“Is everything alright?” you questioned, now somewhat concerned.

He nodded vigorously, a desperate attempt to assuage your fears. But you weren’t convinced as you eyed him with scrutiny.

“I… I have something for you,” he mumbled.

He stuck his hand into his coat pocket and pulled out an envelope. You set your coffee down and took the envelope for him. Carefully, you tore it open, pulling out the piece of paper inside. You recognized Aone’s tidy scrawl across the page. Quietly, you began to read while he watched you.

(Name),

More often than not, words tend to fail me. It’s always been that way. But maybe I can write them down. Maybe I can finally tell you just how important you are to me. Maybe I can get this right.

I’ve always contented myself with being in the background. It was easier than being met with cautious gazes, people tightening their holds on their purses, and the whispering behind hands. If I could just pretend that I wasn’t there, the eyes didn’t watch me. And I’d always preferred it that way.

At least, until I met you.

For the first time in my life, the eyes watching me weren’t judging me. They were looking at me with… Adoration. The only thing your hold tightened on was my hand. The only thing you whispered was how much you loved me. For the first time, I wanted to be seen. I wanted you to see me.

My life has been one new experience after another with you. You have introduced me to new things, new foods, new people, new places. And I have cherished every moment of it. All of it. Because I’ve been with you.

There isn’t a thing on this earth more important to me than you. And the fact that you feel the same is something I still can’t even believe. The fact that you choose to love me, to stay by my side, is something I can’t begin to fathom. And I want to spend every day for the rest of our lives trying to believe it—and trying to prove to you that I feel the same.

Happy Valentine’s Day…

I love you, Takanobu

You looked up from the paper in your hands, now crumpled at the edges from how tightly you were grasping it. Aone had leaned toward you, a small velvet box resting against his palm. You drew in a rattling gasp.

“T-Takanobu,” you whispered.

“(Name),” he murmured, opening the box. “Will… Will you marry me?”

It wasn’t often that you found yourself at a loss for words with Aone—he was typically the quiet one. But now, you were speechless. You couldn’t stop the tears cascading down your face. The look of pure terror that graced Aone’s features startled you back to reality.

“Yes!” you cried. “Yes, yes, god, I want to marry you!”

You didn’t give him the opportunity to even pull the ring from the box before you flung yourself against him, hooking your arms around his neck. He wrapped his own arms around you gently, still so afraid that he might break you.

“I love you so much,” you sobbed.

“I… I love you too,” he muttered. “More than you could ever know.”

Takanobu Aone Week

Day 4/ 6: Free Day/ Friends

While most believed Takanobu Aone was a permanently angry thug that meant trouble, it was difficult to see that when the animals were attracted to his touch and attention. Every time he circled around the petting zoo gates the little critters demand for his attention and petting. If the animals loved him, then he surely couldn’t be such a horrible person. At least that was what Natsu Hinata thought as she walked closer to the entrance of the petting zoo. Her brother’s hand was long forgotten as she settled in front of him, watching his unreadable face slip into a confused one. His hands were busy scratching and petting small little heads. Her hands had the snacks she bought earlier for the animals.

“They really like you mister.”

It was simple statement, but it was enough for him to get to her eye level and nod and showed her silently how to properly pet the them. As she asked harmless questions she could see how other people were more hesitant to come near them. Sure there were some brave kids that wormed inside his short lectures but they barely lasted long because most went off with their parents or guardians.

“Are you worker?”

He shook his head no and replied with volunteer. As they made their way to the rabbits and goats she could hear her brother calling her name. As she lowered one rabbit from her arms she grasped Takanobu’s and lead him back to the entrance gate yelling back that she found a new friend. It was funny the way her brother shouted at her in surprise after taking a good look at her new friend. Also when he bowed and apologized that she didn’t give too much trouble for him.

“He’s from one of the teams I played with before, I think I told you about it Natsu.”

She looked up to Takanobu and smiled, “Then big brother is really strong because big brother Takanobu is really tall and looks super strong!” Still holding his hand she tugged at Takanobu. “Are you going to be be here next week?”

He nodded and she squealed, “Big brother let’s come back then I want to give big brother Takanobu something!”

Shoyo was a little lost but agreed because he knew his little sister better. As they waved goodbye they missed the smile Takanobu wore as they walked away.

Takanobu Aone Week

Day 5/ 7: Dessert & Valentine’s Day

Valentines came slow, after piles of talk and anticipation creeping in the school. For many it was a day to get their feelings across to certain people, others it was a competition of how much stuff was given to them. In many ways Takanobu was always curious why the holiday drove people insane from getting cards, chocolate or other material items. When he was a younger, everyone received revintailly the same amount of treats. He could remember going to class and getting some, but knowing others had piles and piles of sweet treats and cards.

The older he got the cards became confessions and the completion among each other grew by the numbers. As a boy who hardly spoke to many it didn’t come to a huge surprise that he went years without much expectation during February. The flash of chocolate sales and colorful boxes always made it to his corner and pass him by. While the holiday was overrated to some, that didn’t mean he out rightly hated it like those folks. It became another normal day to him. So Takanobu found himself at a loss when he discovered a small wrapped box inside his shoe cubby that morning. He gingerly picked up it and inspected it.

The wrapping paper was a shiny and covered in the school colors with his name written on it. With his shoes still not changed and him staring at the box he wondered if they were still by. Were they watching his reaction right now? Or were they long gone by now. When the bell rung he quickly put away his gift safely. Throughout the whole day he looked at the penmanship and how the wrapping was a little clumsy around the edges. Brunch and lunch passed and Takanobu couldn’t figure out who gave it to him. Even when he asked his teammates for help; it seemed like the small little gift’s owner wanted to stay anonymous. He wanted to be polite and let them be but, truthful he wanted to thank them properly face to face.

Sometimes he hoped the mysterious person would come up to him and ask if he liked the sweet candies he received. There was no note so he couldn’t know exactly why he was given a Valentine’s. When he asked around, the classmates around him usually sprinted away or tensed up to speak normally and calmly. By the end of the goodies fiasco Takanobu accepted the silent treat. But what tripped him up more was when the next week he got a small piece of cake in his shoe cubby. For the first time Takanobu was very curious about people and why of all years did he do to be rewarded sweets.

It wasn’t like he did anything unusual. But it became a fact that Takanobu had managed to gather some interest from someone else other than his companions from volleyball. Thus began his little adventure to figuring out his admire. And in many ways it lead a series of misunderstandings and awkward situations. It became a chapter for Takanobu where it showed him life was more vibrate and crippling; and it all started with a small box of desserts since Valentine’s Day.

*there was so much more I wanted to add but for the sake of having something done in time for this child that needs more love in this fandom I wanted something done today 😗😗. So yeah I’ll be posting something more fleshed out eventually in AO3.

Aone Takanobu week: Day 7 - Valentine’s Day

Aone carefully put his pen aside. On the table in front of him were three sheets of paper filled with a neat handwriting. It was a letter to his girlfriend, and he actually wanted it to arrive today, Valentine’s day, the day they got together exactly one year ago. He wanted to do something special if they weren’t able to spend this day together. However, nothing he wrote seemed good enough for her, no words could describe his feelings, so he started over and over until he was somewhat pleased with the letter.

Now Aone picked it up to read through it one last time.

The doorbell tore Aone’s attention away from the writing in his hand. He didn’t realize tears started to form in the corners of his eyes. A bit embarrassed about pouring out his feelings in this way, he quickly wiped them away.

Since he hadn’t stretched his limbs for hours, Aone rose with a grunt. While he was engrossed in writing, it has gotten dark outside. He had no clue who would still show up at that time of the day. But when Aone opened the front door, his mouth dropped open. In front of him stood his girlfriend with a sheepish expression.

“Aone,” she said softly, “I’m sorry I show up here unannounced. I know you didn’t expect me. My professor fell ill today, so he postponed the exam and I hurried to get to the train here. I really wanted to message you, but then I thought I could surprise you since it’s Valentine’s Day, but it’s totally okay if you have something else planned for tonight. I just- oof!”

It took some second for Aone to process this new situation. He didn’t even notice her rambling. His girlfriend stood there, in front of him, coming all this way just to see him. Body acting on its own, Aone took a step forward and drew his girlfriend into a tight hug, effectively silencing her words.

He heard a quiet sigh in his ear. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Aone,” his girlfriend mumbled, “I love you.”

Aone Takanobu Week - Day 6: Friends

Let’s change things up a little bit! Instead of a reader insert, we’re gonna take a look back at the day Aone met Futakuchi (because I love them both and I’m weak). Enjoy!

Aone had always been different from the other children. When he was younger, he was small for his age. The other kids teased him, pushing him around on the playground and taking his lunch money on almost a daily basis. He’d learned that it was better to try and act as invisible as possible on the off chance that maybe, just maybe, they’d leave him alone.

He’d hit a growth spurt a few years ago, putting him at more than a head taller than even some of the bigger kids. He had been so used to the taunts and teasing, only to be greeted with whispering behind hands and furtive glances. It was different from before. But still, it was easier to try and act invisible. Fewer people whispered when he pretended he wasn’t even there.

He hadn’t expected middle school to be any better than grade school. Only a few of his old classmates ended up at his new school, but all the looks were the same. He didn’t even open his mouth in class on that first day, hoping that he could be forgotten about.

“Wow, you’re huge!”

Aone had been minding his own business, silently reading a book beneath a tree, when he suddenly found himself cast in shadow. He looked up to see a brown-haired boy with a hand on his hip standing above him. Aone’s eyes widened when he realized the boy had been talking to him.

“Seriously, how tall are you?” the brunette asked insistently.

“I… I don’t know,” Aone mumbled.

“Do you play any sports? You should definitely play sports,” the boy noted. “You’re broad too, so that helps.”

“O-okay,” Aone muttered, not sure of what else to say. Truthfully, this was the longest conversation he’d ever had that didn’t end in him forfeiting his lunch money… Unless maybe that’s what this kid wanted.

“Okay? So you’ll play?” the boy asked.

“W-what?”

“Well, we got a team started, but they’re all short, so I wanted someone else tall.”

Aone noticed for the first time that the boy in front of him was actually relatively tall for his age. And he looked to be getting impatient. Still, Aone didn’t know what to say, his mouth opening and closing uselessly.

“Do you want to play or not?” the boy asked urgently.

Aone opened his mouth to say no. He would politely decline and return to his book, hoping against hope that he could get through middle school without drawing too much attention to himself. He would sit in the back of the class with his mouth shut, eyes down, body hunched in a desk too small for him. Alone as usual.

At least, that’s what he thought would happen.

But “Yes” came out instead.

“Alright! Come on, we’ll figure out what we’re gonna do!” the boy cheered.

Aone followed him toward the other kids, all of whom were huddled around a basket of various balls and sport equipment. They all began talking hurriedly behind their hands as the two boys approached. Aone wished he were still sitting under the tree alone.

“What are we playing?” the boy asked, hands planting on his hips.

“Uh… Well, we thought… Maybe volleyball,” one of the shorter boys suggested.

“Tch, like you guys would be any good at volleyball,” the brown-haired boy scoffed.

“Oh yeah, Futakuchi?” the shorter boy said aggressively. “I’ll bet I can beat you and the giant!”

“And when you lose, me and the giant get your desserts for two weeks!” the boy—Futakuchi—goaded.

“Ah, whatever.”

Aone followed the brown haired boy once more. He wasn’t sure what he was doing. But this boy seemed pretty sure of himself.

“What’s your name, by the way?” he asked turning to Aone.

“A-Aone.”

“I’m Futakuchi,” the boy said, jabbing a thumb against his chest. “You and me are gonna wreck this kid and eat his desserts in front of him.”

“We are?” Aone asked.

“Yeah, because he’s a jerk,” Futakuchi replied. “And he’s tiny. We’ll be the tallest wall he’s ever seen. The tallest wall the world has ever seen. You and me are gonna be unstoppable.”

Aone Takanobu Week - Day 5: Dessert

Aone looked around his kitchen and knew that he’d gone too far. Every inch of counter space was filled with some sort of baked good. Four different cakes, three different types of sweet breads, two pies, two different types of cookies (of which he’d made dozens each), muffins, brownies, cupcakes, and even some scones. He hadn’t been able to stop himself.

It had started out with just the brownies. He knew you liked chocolate. But then, he’d wondered, what if you weren’t in the mood for chocolate today? So then a strawberry cake was in the oven. But what if you weren’t in the mood for fruit either? So he’d made the vanilla cake. But oh no, what if you didn’t want cake? It had spiraled out of control, and now he was surrounded by enough baked goods to fill an entire shop.

And he couldn’t help but berate himself for it. This was creepy. You were going to think he was creepy. And rightly so. You’d barely been dating him for a few months. What sort of person made hundreds of desserts for someone they’d only known for months? He toyed with the idea of throwing them out, or maybe leaving them for the neighbors with his mother’s name on the boxes.

But the knock at the door told him that he’d run out of time.

You were going to take one look around the kitchen and run. He was sure of it. Slowly, he made his way toward the front door. When he opened it, you greeted him with a wide smile.

“Pardon the intrusion,” you said as you stepped over the threshold.

“W-welcome,” he mumbled.

“Wow, it smells so good in here,” you noted, sliding off your shoes. “Like a bakery!”

“I… I made some desserts,” he replied.

“Really?”

You sounded so excited. He watched you make your way into the kitchen and disappear through the doorway. You were completely silent. He waited anxiously, ready for you to stride past him right out the front door.

“Takanobu,” you said softly.

“Yeah?”

“You made… All of this?”

He tentatively stepped toward the kitchen doorway. You had your back to him. He just wanted to know what face you were making.

“Uh-huh…”

You turned to face him slowly, his anticipation mounting. And when he saw how wide your eyes were, he wanted to sink right into the floor.

“All of them?” you asked pointedly.

“Y-yeah,” he murmured.

“Why?”

His mouth scrunched as he tried to control his discomfort. What should he say? It occurred to him only now that he could’ve lied, could’ve said his mother made them for a bake sale or something else that made sense. But it was too late for any of that.

“I just… I wanted to make sure there was something you liked,” he mumbled.

He watched you process his words, the gears in your brain working behind your eyes. And then, your cheeks flushed, a smile quirking at the corners of your mouth.

“You really made them all for me?” you wondered aloud.

He nodded vigorously. Your smile only grew. You glanced around at the desserts again.

“Can… Can I have one?” you pointed toward the cupcakes.

Another jerky nod. You took one with pink frosting and peeled the wrapper off. One bite, and you were in heaven. You closed your eyes blissfully.

“So good,” you murmured.

Aone knew his face was turning red under your praise. But he didn’t care. He told himself right then and there that he would make you desserts every day for the rest of your life, if only to see that look on your face one more time.

Aone Takanobu Week - Day 4: Free Day

Aone couldn’t remember when the gifts started. They’d been coming for months now, something different hidden in his desk every few days. On Monday, it was a packet of gum. Last Wednesday, it was a new pen—and how convenient, since he’d managed to lose his the day before. Then prior to that, it was a little drawing. That one had managed to bring a smile to his face. Futakuchi had teased him mercilessly about it.

It didn’t matter how early he showed up to school, didn’t matter if he staked out his locker or made random trips to it throughout the day. He never managed to catch who was putting them in there.

He wanted to know so badly. He lay awake at night, thinking about the stranger who left him gifts. He really wanted to tell them thank you. Wanted to put a face to the ghost who made his days a little brighter.

But when the time finally came, he wasn’t prepared.

He had forgotten a book in his desk, one he would need to do the homework that night. So, after practice, he shuffled up the stairs toward his classroom and slid the door open.

You snapped to attention at the sound, whipping toward the door and stuffing your hands behind your back. The sight of Aone made your heart nearly stop. His eyes widened when he saw you.

“H-hello!” you squeaked, your voice an octave too high to sound casual.

“What… What are you doing?” he asked.

The sound of his voice always felt like it rumbled through your entire body. You opened and closed your mouth uselessly, the words escaping you. It was a legitimate question. Why were you at his desk? There was no lie in the world that could save you now.

“I… Um…” you stammered. “I just… I was going to… Leave something for you.”

Your shaking hands slipped from behind your back, and you showed him the keychain resting against your palm. Even from his spot in the doorway, he could see that it resembled a cat.

“W-why?” he murmured.

“Well… I just… I thought of you when I saw it, because… Because I know you like cats a lot, and… And I saw you feeding those cats some of your lunch the other… Oh god.”

Your face turned red in an instant, and you raised your hands to try and hide it. Aone’s eyes had noticeably widened.

You were the one. The one who’d left all the gifts. The gum, the candies, the pen, countless books and notepads and pictures and cards. All of them were from you. And not only that, but you’d been watching him. Paying attention to him. Admiring him from afar.

The same way he’d been admiring you.

He had never dared let himself believe that you were the ghost who brought a smile to his face. It would’ve been too perfect. Perfect things didn’t happen to Aone.

And yet, here you were, leaving him yet another gift, your face as red as a tomato.

He realized with a start that his face was also turning red, his features contorting in an uncomfortable grimace. You peeked out over the tops of your hands and saw his expression.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry,” you whimpered. “Please, I… I didn’t mean to freak you out. Now you think I’ve been stalking you. I… I just… Oh god.”

He wanted to thank you. Wanted to tell you that he’d loved every single one of the gifts. Wanted you to know that he’d watched you just as closely.

But the words caught in his throat.

“I-I’ll go, I… I’m so sorry.”

You breezed past him out the door, flying down the hallway. All you wanted was to get home, fling yourself into bed, and never come out again. This was the most embarrassing day of your life.

But when a hand closed around your wrist, you had to stop.

“Don’t go.”

That voice reverberated through you, and you turned to see Aone behind you, his face almost frantic. He realized abruptly that he was holding on to you and dropped your arm as quickly as though he’d been burned.

“You’re… You’re not… I didn’t freak you out?” you asked.

He shook his head so rapidly, it was a surprise he didn’t get whiplash. And his face was turning red all over again.

You never dared let yourself believe that he would be anything but horrified to learn you were essentially stalking him, giving him gifts you knew he needed or would like after carefully observing him for months. It would’ve been too perfect. Perfect things didn’t happen to you.

And yet, here he was, keeping you from running away.

Trembling, you held the keychain in your hand out toward him. When he took it, you felt his calloused fingertips brush against your palm. You fought the urge to take his hand right then and there. He looked closely at the keychain, and you were shocked to see a small smile quirk at the corners of his mouth.

“Do… Do you like it?” you asked tentatively.

He nodded this time, clenching his hand around the keychain.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

“Do you… Um… Do you think that… I could just give them right to you from now on?”

He nodded so vigorously, you actually heard his neck crack. You couldn’t help but smile. It only made him turn even redder.

these are the things Aone is made of

Aone, Aone, with hair as white as snow

I’m sorry for this gross addition to @aonetakanobu-week bUT I’M SO CRAMMED THIS WEEK I HAVE LIKE NO TIME, WHY THIS WEEk… so i made this and i know I’m a terrible artist but here take this while I scrounge for time to give u more, better things for aone 🙏 I pray

Aone Takanobu week: Day 3 - Snow/Winter

Aone could never turn down a request of his girlfriend. That was the reason he found himself crouch beside her, helping to build a little snowman in the freshly fallen snow. It was the first snow in this winter and his girlfriend was beside herself from excitement.

Hushed whispering behind his back drew Aone’s attention away from your radiant smile and reddened cheeks to some strange teenage boys in some distance. They were not so subtly whispering and glancing at his girlfriend.

“Aone, look here! I’m done with the snowman. Should I build a snow dog now?”

In an instant, he looked back at the girl next to him. Nothing was more important than her, even if those boys seemed up to no good. A hum was his only answer to her question, but she understood nonetheless. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek, which was all it needed to turn him into a blushing mess.

As soon as she turned started building the little snow animal, completely taken in by this task, Aone gazed at the teenagers, checking that they weren’t doing anything. It was not a second too late. Three snowballs were flying through the air, directly aimed at his girlfriend. In one smooth movement, Aone rose to his feet to protect her from being hit. With a thud they struck his chest.

“Huh? What happened? Aone, are you all right?” His girlfriend’s voice was voice was laced with worry. However, the blond was more occupied with glaring at the three teenage boys. If they weren’t already intimidated by his broad build, they certainly were when they saw Aone’s expression. Quickly, they made a getaway.

Aone’s eyes softened when his girlfriend’s worried face came into his range of vision. “Oh god, you’re full of snow. Did they aim for you?” She started to brush the snow off his shoulders and chest, but stopped when he shook his head.

“Then who…” She mused until it hit her, “Wait. Did they target me?”

For one moment Aone’s expression darkened, then he took her hands in his and gave a curt nod.

“And you stood in front of me to shield me? Oh Aone, you’re a hero,” she smiled, reaching up to cup his face with her hands and pepper little kisses all over it.

“It’s okay…” Aone mumbled shyly, still he placed his hands on his girlfriend’s hips and pulled her into a tight embrace.

After one last kiss to his lips, she returned the hug just as tight and mumbled into his ear, “At least let me treat you to a hot chocolate. Okay, my hero?”