Hirotsu gently ruffles your hair, a worried smile painted across his face. He crouches down to be your height, being upset that this has even happened to you. He places his hands on your shoulders, making sure you’re looking at him. He can see how upset you look and it makes his heart break. He hates seeing his child like this, especially on a holiday like this. He sighs softly, speaking in a gentle tone.

“It’s okay, my little china plate. You don’t need a valentine to be happy!”