Rec 3

She gives him flowers on a spring day.

It’s a quiet event, filled with an odd sort of awe that radiates from his blushing face and the nervous churning in her stomach that causes the fingers on her hand (the one not holding the flowers, instead positioned straight down to her side) to twitch and flutter. They press up against her leg, and she smiles at him hopefully, and privately thinks that the bouquet of flowers (the color of his hair) was not the prettiest thing in front of her.

Pyrrha hadn’t quite known what had possessed her to give him the flowers, but she’d walked past the shop and seen them dancing in the window and couldn’t help but take pause. They reminded her of him, somehow. Maybe it was the way they’d called to her, so soft looking and dancing in the window.

Or;

Pyrrha gives Jaune flowers.