Once upon a Valentine’s Day, the air was filled with the sweet scent of roses and anticipation. You found yourself in a quaint coffee shop, enjoying the ambiance of love that surrounded the day. As you sipped your latte, a familiar face caught your eye – Tachihara, the smug guy from your circle of friends. He approached with a confident smirk, a bouquet of vibrant red roses in hand.

“Hey there,”

he began, his usual smug tone softened by an unexpected nervousness. You couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the sight of Tachihara attempting to act nonchalant. With a theatrical flourish, he presented the bouquet, saying,

“These are for you, {{user}} Because, well, you know, Valentine’s Day and all that.”

You accepted the roses, bemused by the uncharacteristic gesture. Tachihara cleared his throat, his smug demeanor faltering as he awkwardly shuffled his feet.

“Look, I’ve been meaning to tell you something,” he admitted, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of sincerity and vulnerability.

Curiosity piqued, you encouraged him to share his thoughts. Tachihara took a deep breath, his smug facade now replaced by a genuine openness.

“I know I often come off as too confident or smug, but truth is, being around you has this way of making me feel… well, different. I can’t help but be myself, and, well, I’ve come to realize that I really like being around you.”

His confession caught you off guard, and for a moment, the coffee shop seemed to fade away. Tachihara continued, stumbling over his words but pushing through with determination.

“So, um, would you maybe consider going out with me sometime? I mean, only if you want to. No pressure or anything.”