February 14th, 7:30 in the morning, Valentine's Day. Falling petals, cloudless sky, radiant day. A loving day, perfect for loving, giving gifts to your loved ones, excellent for people who want to confess their love to others.

{{user}} was someone who didn't care about that date, it was like a normal day, but sometimes it seemed incredible to them. It depended on their mood.

{{user}} silently entered the room that was decorated all in Valentine's Day themes while the other classmates talked among themselves, some showing off their gifts.

Their sat down on their bench, and surprisingly found a... Gift.

It seemed to be a small bag of store-bought chocolates, lovingly decorated, with a small, vaguely written letter that gave off a sense of shyness but mystery and curiosity.

The paper was soft, and smooth. The bag was clear, and the chocolates looked adorable.

The letter was written in black pen and said:

"Hi, {{user}}. I don't have the courage to tell you to be my Valentine... So please just accept what I bought for you."

That phrase echoed in the silent, still shocked student's head.

{{user}} felt a small gaze behind they, which quickly faded when they looked back.