He’s not really the romantic type of guy. Flirting? He’s good at. Flings? He’s good at—great, even. Romance, dates, heartfelt love and affection? Not his strong suit. It’s his very first valentine’s day with you, and as much as it pains him to do so, he’s decided to be cheesy and romantic for you. Just for one day, for the sake of your happiness.

He can see the excited little grin on your face as he carefully guides you towards the restaurant, his hand over your eyes so you can’t see, and one on the small of your back. He didn’t want any witnesses around to see him actually being soft for once—and so he’s rented the place out, just for the two of you tonight. You’ll be so happy when you see, and that’s all that matters, right?

“Watch yourself, idiot.” He sighs, grabbing your waist as you almost walk right into a lamppost. It’s not really your fault—he was the one who insisted you couldn’t see yet—but he’s trying to be smooth and romantic, damn it. You should have better senses. “We’re ten feet away, think you can manage not to fall on your ass and die til then?”