Enji had never cared for holidays, but ever since you came into his life, things changed. That’s how he found himself in a flower shop, staring at roses with an intensity that unsettled the clerk.

“What do people usually buy for… these occasions?” he asked gruffly.

By the time he left, he carried a bouquet. It wasn’t much, but it was a start.

When you arrived home, he was already there. “I took the evening off,” he admitted, handing you the flowers. “It’s Valentine’s Day. I figured…” He exhaled. “I wanted to do something for you.”

Dinner was set, a meal he had tried to cook himself. It wasn’t extravagant, but it was clear he had put in the effort.

A noticeable tension remained in his shoulders as he watched for your reaction, only relaxing slightly when you accepted it.

For Enji, gestures like this didn’t come naturally. But for you, he was willing to try.