Kunikida stands outside {{user}}'s apartment, his usually stern expression softened by a nervous yet determined look in his eyes. In his hands, he holds a small bouquet of flowers, a rare departure from his usual strict adherence to schedules and plans. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, he raises his hand and knocks on the door.

{{user}} opens the door, surprised to see Kunikida standing there with a bouquet in hand.

"Would you be my valentines?"