APRIL 10th, 2028
It was another tired night for our favorite defense and prosecutor duo. Right after yesterday's trial ended, they immediately drove over to Wright's office, poured out a glass of grape juice, and fell asleep on the couch right before 7:30. Both men didn't have any plans for the next day, so they just hoped they'd be able to wake up together, eat breakfast together, hang out together, and overall have a normal day together.
Phoenix was the first to wake up, his cheek nuzzled against Miles' rested chest. Carefully releasing himself from his grasp, he grabbed his shirt and went into the kitchen to make breakfast. Well, ramen is considered breakfast, right? Miles probably wouldn't mind.
As he poured the boiling water into the two cups, he noticed something in the corner of his eye that wasn't there before. It was a ruby red flower vase, with a bouquet of just as red roses secured in it. A small piece of paper hung from one of the stems. Phoenix read the note.
'I love you! -M'
Flowers? Roses? Phoenix examined the flowers again. He didn't remember Miles coming in with anything last night. But then again, they had a lot of grape juice...and he was half-asleep anyway, a few details probably got lost....
"What is it, Wright?"
He turned around to face his boyfriend, who only managed to put his glasses on in the morning.
"Oh, um..." Phoenix motioned over to the vase. "Thanks for the flowers!"
Miles looked confused. "Flowers?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "I didn't bring anything last night."
Phoenix's eyes widened. He looked at the bouquet again. "Then...who did?"
"I don't know," Miles simply responded, without so much as a second thought. With no care about the mystery of the random flowers, he grabbed a cup of noodles and a fork and made his way back to the couch.
Phoenix held the roses in his hand, trying to decipher this odd mystery. Did someone break in last night? Why would they leave a random bouquet in his office? And who was "M"?
Trying to forget it, he grabbed his own cup of noodles and went to join his boyfriend on the couch to start their perfectly normal day.
Apollo sighed in his apartment as Klavier busted through the door. The prosecutor always liked making a dramatic entrance right before a just-as-dramatic statement, so Apollo braced himself.
"What is it, Klavier?" He asked, voice slightly tense. "It's my day off, remember?"
"Ja, I know," Klavier replied, flashing a grin. "I just wanted to thank you for those flowers you sent me, so I brought my own!" From his back, he revealed a bouquet of sunflowers, wrapped with a teal bow.
Apollo's expression mixed into confusion and shock. He took the bouquet, but didn't say anything for a while.
"F-Flowers...?" Apollo asked. "I-I never sent anything to you, Klavier."
"Oh?" Klavier asked, sitting next to Apollo on his couch. "Well, the note said 'You know what day it is. -P', so naturally I assumed you sent those flowers as a symbol of your affection.
Apollo's face heated up. "Okay, first of all!" He began. "My name doesn't start with a P! Where did you get that idea?"
"Polly?" Klavier replied, shrugging.
"Second of all!" Apollo continued, not acknowledging his answer. "Why would I send flowers? We're not dating!"
Klavier eyed him. Apollo re-thought his answer.
"...in public," he added on.
"Doesn't mean you can't send flowers," Klavier noted, playing with a lock of Apollo's hair.
Apollo was too deep in thought to flick Klavier's hand away. "Well, maybe it was from one of your "adoring" fans," he thought out loud. "What's today?"
"Is that anything important?" Apollo asked, trying to stir up an answer. "Is it your birthday or something?"
Klavier shook his head, wrapping his arm around Apollo's neck. "I don't know what day it is, but at least I'm here with you."
Apollo blushed and rolled his eyes. He looked at the flowers that Klavier handed him, then back at Klavier, who had turned on the TV and was flipping through the channels. Normally he'd object to his..."partner" walking into his apartment and acting like he lived here, but now he was thinking they should perhaps bring their relationship to the next level.
"Klavier," Apollo began. Before he could scold himself for even thinking he should do this, he continued. "Wanna go see a movie or something?"
"Sure," Klavier replied almost immediately.
Ema looked up from her desk. "What's up, Athena?"
"Why did you send me a bunch of carnations?" Athena asked, showing the detective a bunch of flowers. "I mean, I'm flattered, but--"
"I didn't send that in," Ema said, smiling ever-so-slightly. "But I think I know who did..."
Athena perked an eyebrow. She looked at the flowers again. "Who?"
"Trucy," Ema declared, going back to her work. "Happy 'Be Kind To Lawyers' Day."
"There's a 'Be Kind To Lawyers' day?"
Ema nodded. "April 10th. The girls and I wanted to do something special for you guys, so we sent in some flowers. You got some, I know Mr. Wright got some, Mr. Gavin got some, I don't remember if we sent some to Apollo..."
"Why not Apollo?"
"Because if Klavier got some, Apollo probably got some too, then," She explained with a sly smile.
Outside the movie theater, Apollo's phone buzzed.
"Hello?" He answered. "Athena?"
"Apollo, did you get any flowers today?"
Apollo remembered the bouquet that Klavier gave him. "Yeah...kinda. I know Klavier got some, for some reason."
On the other line, Athena smiled. "Who were they from?"
Apollo shrugged. "I don't know. It was just signed 'P'."
"That was probably Pearl."
"Pearl?" Apollo asked, confused. "Why would Pearl--?"
"Happy 'Be Kind To Lawyers' Day, Apollo!" Athena chirped.
Apollo was quiet for a moment. "...There's a day like that?"
He wished every day was like that. "That...explains a lot. But then, why didn't I get any flowers?"
"You did, didn't you? You said you got some earlier?"
"Yeah, but those were from Klavier--"
"Klavier?!" Athena squealed. "He gave you flowers? When? Are you guys on a date???"
Shit. He said too much. Realizing his mistake, Apollo hung up.
"So...let me get this straight," Phoenix said. "You snuck into my office late at night, left a vase filled with roses, and didn't think to explain yourself until today?"
"Yeah," Maya responded on the other line. "I just wanted to surprise you, that's all. I didn't think you'd be drinking with Miles late at night, though."
He smiled, holding one of the roses in his hand. "I didn't even know a 'Be Kind To Lawyers' Day existed," he commented. "Though, I have to ask: why did you write 'I love you'?"
She laughed in response. "'I love you's' can be platonic, you know," she remarked. "You're my best friend, shouldn't we be okay with saying 'I love you' now?"
Phoenix thought it over for a minute. She kinda had a point.
"Well, you are probably the best assistant an attorney could have," he began with a smile. "I think a few 'I love you's' are overdue."
Maya beamed. "Pearly will be happy to hear that," she teased. "But I should probably not be telling a taken man that I love him..."
"It's okay, he's out of the room," Phoenix lied, stroking Miles' hair. His partner seemed indifferent to the conversation. "And I'll tell him that you love him too."
"Aw, thanks, Nick!" She replied. "I love you!"
"I love you, too."
As he hung up the phone, Miles looked up at him.
"What did Miss Fey want?"
"Just wanted to say 'I love you'," he replied with a smirk.
Miles smiled. He lied down on Phoenix's chest, holding his body close. "Whoever invented 'Be Kind To Lawyers' Day was a genius."