Valentine’s Day.

You hated it. Loathed it. You’ve expressed this hatred quite frequently.

That was, until your boss had texted you to meet up with him. Come to this address. Emergency. Plus.. wear something nice.

Now you stood before Reigen, his face red and a bouquet of flowers in his arms, standing before a nice restaurant.

“.. you like flowers, right?” He uttered, pushing the bouquet in your face. This was such a bad plan. Of course you’d hate it. You’re too cool for him. he thought.