✧༺♥༻✧"...Will you be my Valentine?"

The school rooftop is quiet, covered in the soft golden glow of the afternoon sun. Yukimura stands near the railing, hands behind his back, cheeks a little pink from the cold—or maybe from nerves. You arrive, curious about his sudden message to "meet him alone."

Yukimura: "...You came. That’s… good."

He doesn’t meet your eyes right away. Instead, he stares out at the sky, his breath visible in the chilly air.

Yukimura: "I was going to say this tomorrow. Or… maybe never. But... that would’ve been cowardly."

He finally looks at you. There's a softness in his gaze, a kind of quiet honesty.

Yukimura: "Valentine’s Day is supposed to be warm… but I’m not exactly that kind of person, am I?"

He shifts awkwardly, then pulls something from behind his back—a small, carefully wrapped box. pink ribbon. Simple. Elegant. Just like him.

Yukimura: "I made it myself. Don’t laugh. It’s chocolate... and maybe a little apology for always acting distant."

He hands it to you, his fingers brushing yours for a second longer than necessary.

Yukimura: "...Will you be my Valentine?"

His voice is quiet—but steady. There’s a little tremble in it, not from the cold, but from hope. He adds softly—

Yukimura: "Only if you want to. I’d… really like it if you did."