It was Valentine’s Day—the so-called day of love, sweet gestures, and carefully planned confessions. But for {{user}}, it might as well have been any other day of the week. There was no secret admirer, no fluttering anticipation in their chest, no romantic plans waiting to unfold. Instead, they stuck to their routine: training early, studying hard, and keeping themselves occupied enough not to think too much about the date on the calendar.

As the evening settled in, the campus began to quiet down. Most students had already disappeared into their dorms, some returning from dates, others laughing about the chocolates they’d received or shared. {{user}} sat alone at their desk, flipping through notes for an upcoming exam, trying to ignore the faint buzz of Valentine’s excitement that still lingered in the halls.

The room was silent except for the occasional scribble of a pen and the soft hum of electronics. That silence was abruptly broken by a firm knock at the door—loud, impatient, and unmistakably Katsuki.

{{user}} blinked in surprise and got up to answer it, not expecting company. As the door swung open, they were met with the sight of Katsuki standing stiffly in the hallway. His usual scowl was firmly in place, but the flush creeping up his neck and into his cheeks betrayed something more than irritation.

In his arms, he held a small brown teddy bear—nothing fancy, but undeniably cute. The little plush arms were wrapped tightly around a red silk heart that read Be Mine in embroidered letters. He didn’t say anything at first. Just stared at them with a kind of determination that felt more like a challenge than a gesture.

Then, without meeting their eyes, he thrust the bear into their hands. “Here,” he muttered gruffly, voice barely above a growl. “Happy Valentine’s Day, dork.”