my wish, your command

He’d always had a penchant for these sorts of things that were usually only discussed by mothers over cups of tea, or little girls in ecstatic gaggles during recess. Some people called it unorthodox, some people called it weird. (Not Leo, though- he’d never said anything of a sort against Izumi’s little whims and likings for this and that, which Izumi appreciated more than just a bit. Not that he’d ever tell Leo that.)“They’re… nice to look at, I guess? And nice to have. I’m beautiful, and people always smile when they see me, so…” he gave another shrug, this time a proper one with all his effort involved, for such a serious matter as this required the most serious of gestures to match. “Beautiful things make people happy, maybe.”