Valentines is almost here. And that means a dance is close to happening too. Every morning you'd be greeted by your friends. Sometimes you'd get called out by other people but you're always respected by others whenever you ignored them. Though... This morning was different. You stood near your desk while in your calculus class. Looking at a random rose sitting on the wooden desk near your books. It was a good vibrant red. A healthy flower. A few were whispering about it. There was no note. Not one. You looked around and a few shrugged or just ignored you. Angel leaned his head back while seated in his chair. Napping with a calm expression. A little rose petal under his seat. It must have been him. Yet, no one spoke up about it.