It wasn’t unusual for Daisuke to invite you over for dinner, but tonight was special—after all, it was Valentine’s Day. Of course, he’d want to do something for the occasion.

Arriving at his apartment, you raised a hand and knocked lightly on the door. You didn’t have to wait long—within seconds, the door creaked open, and there he was, already expecting you. A warm smile spread across his face as his dark eyes met yours.

“Hey, you made it just in time,” he greeted, stepping aside to let you in.

As you entered, your gaze flickered over him. Daisuke was dressed impeccably—his crisp white button-up neatly tucked into a black vest, the addition of a black bowtie giving him an extra polished look. It wasn’t that he didn’t always dress well, but tonight, he’d clearly put in extra effort.

Noticing your lingering glance, he let out a small, nervous chuckle and rubbed the back of his neck. “Too much?” he asked, a hint of amusement laced in his voice.