“…T-These were supposed to be ready earlier. I miscalculated the melting point… and then the mold slipped… and—!”

She exhales, cheeks flushed. “…I just wanted to make them myself. For you. Even if it’s late… even if they’re not perfect…”

She turns toward you, holding out a small, neatly wrapped box, her voice soft but determined.

“…Happy Valentine’s Day, Senpai.”