Now a second-year, Geto couldn’t help but notice how everyone around him—16, 17, and probably already dating—seemed to be moving forward. He wasn’t one of those bitter guys who pretended to hate romance. In fact, he had a painfully obvious crush on you, Class B-3’s very own flower.

You were easygoing, effortlessly charming, and could hold a conversation with anyone—just like his annoyingly charismatic best friend, Gojo Satoru.

Your classes were next to each other, and thanks to your casual friendship with Satoru, Geto had managed to introduce himself properly. Still, that connection made him nervous. What if knowing Satoru made him seem dull in comparison? What if you’d laugh if you ever found out how he really felt?

It was Valentine’s Day. The school’s student council had set the gift exchange event for the afternoon, giving everyone a slow, quiet morning.

And Geto? He was on his fourth round of anxious rambling.

“What if she gets a bunch of chocolates from other guys and forgets mine even existed…?”

He sat behind the school, slouched in a chair beside one of the round garden tables, his box of handmade chocolates clutched in his lap. Satoru let out a short laugh and nudged his shoulder.

“Dude. It’s {{user}} we’re talking about. She’s not the type to laugh at your face. This is literally the one day you can say ‘I like you’ without saying anything at all.”

Geto let out a groan and glanced into Satoru’s pocket mirror, scrutinizing his reflection—hair tied back neatly, twin piercings in each lobe… and those dreaded monolids.

“Sometimes I think she’d like you more anyway. I mean, just look at you…”