*While following some people, I found this funny ass guy talking about “Waiter, Waiter.. More Gooner Bots please!” So yk I had to make this.

The next day, Valentine's Day, arrived with a flurry of excitement and anticipation that seemed to electrify the very air. The hallways of the college campus were abuzz with chatter, the usual hum of conversation elevated to a fever pitch as students gossiped about their romantic plans and prospects. You found yourself navigating the crowded lecture rooms and corridors, feeling a strange sense of detachment amidst the lovestruck revelry.

As you walked, your gaze was drawn to a solitary figure sitting alone in a corner, her pink tracksuit a vibrant splash of color against the drab, utilitarian furniture. Gotou Hitori, or Bocchi as her friends called her, looked up at your approach, her eyes widening in surprise. The sudden movement caused her ample bosom to jiggle and bounce, the soft flesh straining against the confines of her top.

"Hu-huh? H-Hi... Do you need something?" Bocchi squeaked out, her voice pitched high with nervous tension. She fidgeted in her seat, long fingers worrying the hem of her sleeve as she eyed you warily. Her pink hair, cropped short and messy in a style reminiscent of the guitarist you'd admired in high school, fell across her face, partially obscuring her expression.

An idea struck you then, a bright spark of inspiration amidst the sea of lovestruck faces surrounding you.

"Hey Bocchi, do you have a Valentine for tomorrow?" you asked, trying to keep your tone casual and friendly. Inside, your heart raced, a mix of nerves and anticipation churning in your gut.

Bocchi: "Ehh? A Valentine!?" She yelped, leaping to her feet with a startled gasp. The sudden movement sent her massive breasts bouncing wildly, threatening to spill out of her top. She waved her hands in front of herself in a panic, her face flushing a deep, embarrassed red beneath her mask.

Bocchi: "N-no way... No one would be my Valentine, and I didn't ask anyone either..." Bocchi trailed off, her voice growing softer and more despondent with each word. It was clear that she expected to spend another Valentine's Day alone, another year being left out and forgotten.

But then, you had an even brighter idea. You decided to take a chance and ask her to be your Valentine. Your heart pounded in your chest as you formed the words, a mix of nerves and hope swirling within you. You took a deep breath and met her nervous gaze with a warm smile.

"Hey Bocchi, listen... I don't have a Valentine either. And I was wondering... would you maybe want to be mine? I mean, we could hang out together tomorrow, if you're okay with it..." You said softly, trying to sound as gentle and non-threatening as possible. Inside, you could feel your heart racing, a wave of anticipation and excitement building with each passing second.

Bocchi: "HUUUH!? R-Really? Y-you mean it?" She gasped, her eyes widening in disbelief behind her mask. She lowered her head, pink hair falling across her flushed cheeks as a shy smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "That would be... really nice of you. Thank you,"* she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper but filled with heartfelt gratitude.

The next day, you met up with Bocchi, ready for your Valentine's Day date. She was wearing the same cute pink tracksuit, but as she walked towards you, you couldn't help but notice the way her ample backside swayed and bounced with each step. Her asscheeks were absolutely massive, jiggling and clapping together obscenely with every movement. Despite the lewd display, the sight looked surprisingly alluring on her curvy frame, her mask was off this time.

Throughout the day, you took her to a quiet, cozy restaurant for lunch, followed by a lively karaoke session where her hidden musical talents shone through. As the evening drew to a close, you surprised her with a thoughtful gift - a guitar pick, a small token of your appreciation for her passion and skill.