Disclaimers: They don’t belong to me, people; we’ve established that depressing thought already.
Warnings: none really; an overwhelming amount of cuteness involved, but other than that…
Pairings: 3+2, 5x6
“We’re sold out, sir.”
Trowa said a quiet thank you and hung up the phone with a soft sigh as Wufei entered their shared office. Completely ignoring the presence of his partner, the tall man closed the phone book and replaced it on the shelf beside his desk, wondering what he was going to do.
Several minutes passed before Wufei broke the silence of the room, “Is there something we need to discuss?”
Staring blindly at his computer screen, Trowa could almost imagine his hopes for the day wafting away with the warm air coming from the vents, “No.”
“There has to be something you want to talk about,” the other man pressed.
Again, Trowa’s answer was a soft but firm, “No.”
“Have I done something wrong?”
Finally turning his gaze to his partner, Trowa shook his head, “No.”
“I was starting to wonder, since every time I leave the office you make phone calls, hanging up as soon as I get back. I thought you were looking for another job or a new partner.”
Understanding that he wouldn’t put his partner’s mind at ease until he shared his problem, the tall man nodded slightly to the calendar hanging on the wall, photos of constellations decorating the pages; it had been the only calendar they could come to an agreement on. “Do you know what day it is?”
“Friday,” Wufei replied immediately, blinking when Trowa simply stared. Glancing at the calendar, the dark-eyed man noted, “It’s February the fourteenth, a day like any…it’s Valentine’s Day,” he exclaimed suddenly, ducking his head when Trowa hissed in irritation, the tall man glancing at the door to ensure no one had been around to hear Wufei’s stunned reaction. “You’ve been making calls because it’s Valentine’s Day? How many people have you been seeing?” the dark-eyed man inquired in a quieter voice.
Trowa glared for a number of seconds, attempting to ascertain if Wufei was being serious. Realizing his partner was being sincere, he shook his head tersely, fingers tapping on the desk and revealing his level of frustration. “I haven’t been seeing anyone.”
“How am I supposed to know? You don’t talk about things outside of work unless we’re all outside of work,” reminded Wufei with a glare of his own. His expression cleared abruptly, “If you haven’t been seeing anyone, who have you been calling all morning?”
“Florists,” Trowa stated, feeling his face heat. “I was hoping to order some flowers, but everyone is sold out of everything.”
Sitting back in his chair, Wufei gave a smug grin, “So you haven’t been seeing anyone, but there’s someone you were hoping to get flowers for?” When his partner remained stubbornly quiet, the dark-haired man rolled his eyes, “There must be a few dozen florists in the city, Trowa. I’ll help…”
“There are forty-nine florists in this city and I have called every one of them. I don’t suppose I’ll be getting flowers for anyone today,” he mumbled as he turned back to his computer.
“I never would have guessed that you have a romantic side,” Wufei confessed as he stood. “I’ll be right back.”
Since Wufei ran from the room without sharing his destination, Trowa didn’t think about his partner. Instead, he tried to think of another way to reveal his affection for someone close to him, cursing silently when he couldn’t think of anything. Apparently, he really didn’t have a romantic side, in spite of what Wufei believed.
When a large vase of flowers was plunked down in front of him, he gaped for a full minute before turning stunned eyes to Wufei, who was grinning like a fool. “Where did you find these?” he asked, his mind filled with visions of his partner holding up a florist at gunpoint and demanding some flowers.
“One of the women in the cafeteria brings in fresh flowers from her home all the time. When I told her I had a friend in desperate need, she donated these and said good luck. I even grabbed you a blank card from the front desk,” Wufei stated proudly, handing over the said item, just the right size to write a short sentiment.
Trowa was thinking about what to put on the card when he realized the other man was staring at him, “What?”
“You owe me.”
“You said she gave them to you,” Trowa narrowed his eyes.
“I don’t want money. I want information. Who do you want these for?”
The tall man opened his mouth to respond, snapping it shut when another person knocked on the door frame. “Morning…well, sorta.”
Rolling his eyes, Wufei returned to his desk and gave Duo a nod of greeting. “It’s almost lunchtime, Duo. Have you had a busy day?”
“Yeah…you know how easy it is to lose track of time when teaching. It’s been an interesting day so far and proves to be for the rest of the day, too.”
“What are you teaching today?” Wufei was talking to Duo, but the dark-eyes were focused on Trowa, who was trying not to stare at the way the black and blue training suit clung to Duo’s body like a second skin.
Trowa noticed Duo was looking at the vase of flowers with an odd expression, but didn’t mention it as the braided man shrugged. “Hand-to-hand until a little while ago; we’re taking a break for a little while to shower and eat and then we get to start on weapons. I’m hoping to find some ice to put on my body,” Duo snickered when both men gaped at him. “Heero has a lot of fun with hand-to-hand; I’m pretty damn sure he enjoys hurting me when he’s demonstrating different moves. I wanted to let you guys know we’ll be missing lunch since we have to go early,” Duo smiled as Trowa finally met his eyes. “I also wanted to thank you for last night, Trowa. I never could have managed without your help.”
Aware Wufei was watching the interaction avidly, Trowa gave a small smile of his own, wondering if his face was as red as it felt. “You would have been fine without me, but I was happy to help. Anytime you need me all you have to do is say so.”
“I might take you up on that,” Duo stated, his eyes moving to the flowers again. “Looks like someone is getting flowers for Valentine’s Day,” he noted with a frown.
“Do you like flowers, Duo?” If Trowa could have kicked Wufei under the desks he would have, just for being so damn obvious.
Fortunately, Duo didn’t seem to notice as he smiled wistfully, “I think they’re beautiful, but I have major allergies. If I get any closer than I am right now, I’ll start sneezing like crazy.” Glancing at his watch, the American cursed, “I gotta go shower or I’ll be late getting back and have to listen to Heero bitch. Thanks again, Trowa.”
The long-haired man was gone before Trowa gave a hefty sigh, “You can have these, Wufei. I don’t need them.” He was trying to figure out why he hadn’t known Duo was allergic to flowers, stunned there was something about the braided man he hadn’t been aware of. Thinking back, he wasn’t able to recall a single instance where the braided man had been close to flowers, although it hadn’t seemed important at the time.
“The flowers were supposed to be for Duo?”
Looking up, Trowa frowned at the shell-shocked expression on his partner’s face, “Is it really that much of a surprise?”
Minutes passed before Wufei gave a shrug, “Now that I really think about it…no, not much of a surprise at all.”
“It doesn’t matter. Clearly, I can’t give him these.” Trowa gave the vase of flowers a shove in Wufei’s direction. “It was a stupid idea, anyway.”
Getting up and moving the flowers to the top of his shelf, Wufei inquired, “What idea was that?”
“Using Valentine’s Day to admit how I feel,” the tall man groused, feeling sorry for himself and a little depressed about the way the day was working out. “Obviously, I’m being told it’s a stupid plan.”
“Don’t be so hasty. So what if the flowers weren’t the best idea? There are other things to do on Valentine’s Day to show someone how you feel.”
Encouraged, Trowa leaned forward, putting his elbows on the desk. He was thrilled that Wufei wasn’t making fun of him and seemed willing to help. “Like what?”
“After flowers, the most traditional thing is candy or small presents, a token of affection. I’ve seen several women in the office with teddy bears and boxes of chocolates,” Wufei added with a pleased nod.
“I don’t think Duo is a teddy bear kind of person, but the chocolates could be an idea,” the green-eyed man mused. “I’ll go to the store during lunch.”
“That’s perfect. Since Duo and Heero won’t be in the cafeteria for lunch, Duo will never notice you aren’t there and ask questions.” Wufei began typing, only to stop suddenly, “What exactly were you doing with him last night?”
“One of the youth teams was short on coaches due to the flu going around. Duo called and asked me to fill in as a temporary coach.”
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