(yes yosuke's favorite food is fruit flavored cough drops it says it on the wiki 💗 i hate cough drops they are gross but whatever he wants ig)
Yosuke blinked down at the box in his bag.
It was neatly wrapped. Burgundy ribbon tied perfectly, a small card peeking out from beneath the bow. He hadn't seen anyone put it in. He would've seen—he was careful like that. Especially today.
“Ohhh~?” Chie leaned over his shoulder, “What’s this, Yosuke?” she said in a singsong voice. “A Valentine’s present~?”
Yosuke immediately shoved the box back down into his bag, ears going red.
“I-it’s probably nothing,” he said, too fast, too loud. “Just something some rich girl left, probably. You know how it is.”
Chie squinted at him.
“…A rich girl? Who?”
“I dunno!” he flailed a bit, scratching the back of his neck. “Some chick from Yasogami with enough money to make the gift look this nice... You know how they get. Probably just... misunderstood my amazing good looks or something.”
“You mean your constant yelling and flailing?” Chie deadpanned. “And your stupid hair you dyed to just look different than everyone else?"
Yosuke sputtered something unintelligible, the tips of his ears now aggressively red. Chie just laughed and dropped it. But Yosuke didn’t, opening the card as he walked up to the roof to meet the team for lunch.
He read through the card, which was signed with your name.
You, the one who he'd walk to school alongside in the morning, hopping off his bike so he'd get to talk to you. You who knew how his likes and dislikes, who yapped about music with him, who had his back even when he was being a pain. You, the guy he definitely wasn’t supposed to be thinking about when he daydreamed during class or tuned out Teddie’s babbling.
He stared at the handwriting.
The candy was his favorite. Some fancy chocolate and fruit-flavored cough drops.
He told himself it was just a joke. Just a prank. That it didn’t mean anything. He told himself that a few more times, just to be sure.
But his hand hovered over the card like it might burn him. And when you sat down across from him without a word, biting into your onigiri like nothing had happened, he flinched a little.
“Th-thanks,” he muttered.
You smirked. “For what?”
He glanced around to make sure no one was listening. “…The candy. And the card..."