Gen would be fascinated if he didn’t feel a bit humiliated by the whole thing. Not that he wanted to admit to that. And he still had some kind of fervent desire for those flowers. Why would that be? He could simply make his own, just like the one in his hair. He could make better ones, even. Ugh, this entire situation was ridiculous.

“Usually that’s a metaphorical thing to say, my dear,” Gen can’t help but quip, and uncurled a bit. He gave Gokudera a sheepish smile, hoping if nothing else, this convinced the kid he’s not a threat to anyone. “I’m very sorry for spooking that poor kitten. I certainly didn’t intend to - is your pet all right?”

It looked like the brunt of the damage received was to his yukata sleeves, getting some scratches. Gen might not have tried to hurt anyone, but it’s clear he had quick reflexes to defend himself.