A/N: Cross-posted from AO3.

The Florist/Tattoo Artist!AU is my favourite, so let's throw the parfait-gays tits first in.

Disclaimer: I don't own Love Live! School Idol Project or any of the characters. All rights go to the respectful owners.

Japanese winter was never as kind as foreigners make it out to be. The bitterness of the cold combined with harsh winds made it very uncomfortable to walk through.

The green-eyed girl mentally regretted selling her car, looking on at the vehicles humming down the road, envious of the heaters inside of them. But she simply huffed and slugged her bag higher up onto her shoulder. She could see her breath now, and it was worrisome.

Nozomi hated the cold. Everything about it she despised. Even snow. She folded her arms and trudged up the stairs to her apartment, quietly cursing the weather for not letting up.

Once the door was open, she threw herself inside and slammed it shut. The warmth instantly engulfed her, and Nozomi sighed: pure bliss.

"I'm home," she called out, and took off her shoes. There was a further wave of relief that crashed over her body.

It was a long day at the shop, and her back was aching from constantly leaning over.

"Welcome home," a voice called back from the kitchen.

While Nozomi took off her jacket, there was an enticing smell coming her way.

"Elichi," Nozomi smiled, making her way into her tiny kitchen.

There was her partner, In the frilly joke apron she had bought for her last birthday, standing over the stove with a pair of tongs.

The blonde turned around, walking up to the green-eyed girl and kissing her on the lips.

"You're just in time, the yakiniku is almost done."

"You're an angel, Elichi," Nozomi kissed back, then Eli turned on her heel and went back to the stove.

"Was it busy today?"

"I only had three clients, but training Rin is proving to be a bit challenging," Nozomi sighed, inhaling the smell of yakiniku again.

"She'll get there eventually," Eli grinned.

"She's a natural talent from what I've heard."

"Reminds me of someone," Nozomi grinned, making Eli swat the tongs at her.

"Yeah, yeah, just go get changed. By the time you get back, dinner will be ready."

Nozomi gave a small snort of laughter, and then headed to the bedroom.

Standing in front of the mirror, Nozomi took off her black shirt and threw it into her laundry basket.

Before she continued, she looked at her appearance: her arms were covered in tattoos, the intricate designs danced across her skin, ranging from flowers on her left arm to phrases in forgotten languages on her right. Her stomach had a mandala, and her back was a mixture of renaissance and traditional Japanese. Down the lower sides of her back were two f-holes, seen on string instruments.

There was a white lily on the left side of her neck, which she got to commemorate the opening of her tattoo parlour, Lily White.

Oh the irony, of her owning a tattoo parlour while her girlfriend, Eli, owned a flower shop called Bibi.

Nozomi stared at herself, at the piercing in her left nostril, the multitude of piercings in her ears and her 5cm stretched earlobes.

Behind her left ear was a secret tattoo that she had gotten her apprentice, Rin, to do. It said 'Хорошо.'

"Nozomi, what's taking so long?" Eli poked her head in the door, and grinned at her half-naked love. Eli loved to look at Nozomi's tattoos, and she would trace them as they fell asleep together.

"And you think I'm narcissistic," she giggled, moving towards Nozomi.

The other girl smirked and reached for a purple tank top to slip on.

"I'm not, I was just thinking," Nozomi's head popped out of the hole for her head and settled the top on her body.

"You should've left it off," Eli wrapped her arms around Nozomi's waist, resting her head on her shoulder and inhaling the smell of far too many sanitary products.

"It's funny."

"Hmm?" Eli opened her eyes as Nozomi spoke.

"I have a tattoo parlour named Lily White, and you have a flower shop named Bibi…"

"Sometimes life is funny," Eli murmured, nuzzling her head further into the crook of Nozomi's neck. The tattoo artist smiled, and placed a hand over Eli's.

"C'mon, Elichi. The yakiniku is calling my name."

Dinner was as always, the two shared stories from their day at work, and Nozomi always finished her meal with a cigarette, much to Eli's dismay.

"You're allowed vodka after dinner, let me have a cancer stick."

"You do realize what that is doing to your body. Haven't your cards said anything about it yet?"

"When they do, I'll listen."

"You're psychotic."

"Yet you're still here," Nozomi smiled, letting the smoke flow out of her nostrils. Eli sighed and continued her work story.

"Kotori wants us to do the bouquets for her wedding."

"Is that so?"

"I think Maki and Nico will enjoy the task. Might prompt one of them to pop the question, anyway."

"Give them time, Elichi," Nozomi lightly responded, flicking the end of her cigarette onto her plate. Eli pouted and moved a strand of blonde hair out of her face.

"I actually wanted to ask you about Umi."

Nozomi opened her eyes slowly.

"Such a quick change of topic."

"Has she been…strange…at work lately?"

"How so?"

"Kotori is worried about her."

Nozomi put her cigarette down and leaned in closer, fingers entwined.

"Does think Umi-chan's got cold feet?"

Eli bit her lip, not wanting to voice it herself. Umi did love Kotori, and since she proposed to her three months ago, the girl was acting strange (now that Nozomi thought back on it.)

"She's had to push a few of her appointments back, that's for sure, but other than that, there's been no drastic changes," Nozomi mused, picking up her cigarette again and taking a large draw.

Eli shrugged, standing up and taking one final swig of her vodka.

"It's probably the pre-wedding jitters, even though they haven't set a date yet."

"I'm sure the two will be completely fine," Nozomi stood up as well to take care of the plates.

"Now, since you cooked, I'll clean up. Meet me in bed?"

Eli gazed at her girlfriend with half-lidded eyes.

"Don't keep me waiting, Nozomi," was the sultry wisp of a response.

The tattoo artist gently kissed the florist.

"Wouldn't dream of it."

Punk!Nozomi gives me life.