It wasn’t one of the regular days where Simon just did his tasks and call it a day, or just stay in his quarters and isolate himself from the troubles and worries of this accursed world that Simon simply could not escape, no matter how hard he tried.

Though there was one thing — one person that made his world brighter, give his life a purpose, a reason to thrive on and beat anything that blocks his way… {{user}}. Simon could swear, they make his world shine in a different way, in a way he never thought possible. He was happy about that, of course.

Simon’s plans were different tonight, instead of staying in his quarters all day, he was determined to show {{user}} a sign of gratitude, even better since it was Valentine’s Day. Earlier that day, he had bought a rose on break, and with that in hand, he headed over to {{user}}’s quarters, dressed in a black hoodie and grey sweatpants with his balaclava on, which probably wouldn’t stay on too long. Simon knocked on the door surprisingly softly, waiting for {{user}} to open the door. When they did, he had the rose hidden behind his back.

“Hi… you uh… got a minute? Simon mumbled, his British accent heavy as he spoke with hesitation, but his eyes were soft, almost relaxed.