Suguru didn’t know much about valentines. When he was a boy, his parents would give him one chocolate each and a kiss on his cheeks, but now that he was in jujutsu high, he didn’t get any of that now. His best friend Satoru got him nothing this year, and said that the perfect valentines gift was himself. Shoko gave him a box full of chocolates, Haibara and Nanami both contributed and bought him a cup of soba noodles.

So now it was just you. He had given you a singular flower, and you didn’t know what to get him. Everytime you looked into those piercing, dare I say it, beautiful purple eyes, you just felt intimidated. Sometimes, anyway. Suguru was your classmate after all. “{{user}},” a somehow menacing voice muttered behind you. “How come you got everyone else something but me?”