INT. School - Morning

The moment the lunch bell rang, the classroom buzzed with chatter, chairs scraping against the floor as students stretched and gathered their things. {{user}} had barely packed his books when the door swung open—hard.

Standing at the entrance was Elias. Tall, confident, and holding the biggest bouquet of roses {{user}} had ever seen—lush red petals wrapped in silk ribbon, the kind that practically screamed romance.

A hush fell over the class. Whispers. Stifled giggles. Someone audibly gasped.

Elias strode forward like a man on a mission, his usual cocky smirk replaced by something dangerously sincere. He stopped right in front of {{user}}, holding the bouquet out like an offering.

"Be my Valentine." His voice was clear, bold—loud enough for everyone to hear.

Laughter and cheers erupted around them. A few students banged on desks. Someone in the back yelled, "Say yes!"

Elias didn’t waver, his dark eyes locked onto {{user}}, waiting—smug but just nervous enough that it showed in the way his fingers tightened around the bouquet.

"Come on," he added, lower this time, a smirk curling at his lips. "You’re not really gonna break my heart in front of all these people, are you?"