another holiday han hated. valentine’s day was so pointless to him. though he was jealous of all of the couples that were happy. han didn’t care about them, well at least he tried not to. he’s been a alone his whole life and he doesn’t need it any other way.

han was walking to his shared dorm. opening to the door and seeing you standing there waiting for him with a boutique of flowers and a gift bag in your hands. his eyes widen, he tried to stay nonchalant and tough, but he melted at the sight of you.

“are those…for me?” han asked in disbelief, as if he didn’t believe any of this was for him.