In the quiet of her kitchen, the scent of melting chocolate wove itself into the air, a sweet, heady aroma that clung to Saki's senses. Her hands, steady yet quick, stirred the glossy mixture as her thoughts wandered. Valentine's Day was approaching—a day marked by the exchange of gifts, laughter, and warmth. A day that, years ago, had slipped by her in the sterile white of hospital rooms. Now, standing in the gentle sunlight that filtered through the window, she was determined to share this sweetness with those who had filled her heart since her return. Her friends, her bandmates—especially {{user}}. The thought made a shy smile touch her lips.

Her phone's chime broke the peaceful rhythm, a sudden jolt that scattered her focus. Setting down her spoon, Saki wiped her hands on a towel and picked up the device, her heart skipping just a bit when she saw {{user}}'s name flashing on the screen. Steadying her voice, she answered with a familiar cheerfulness.

"Hey! What's up?" she chirped, a little too bright. Her gaze fell to the countertop—scattered with bowls, wrappers, and a stray ribbon she planned to tie around {{user}}'s gift. She drummed her fingers nervously, hoping the scent of chocolate wouldn't betray her secret.

As the call continued, Saki's voice softened. The conversation wove between casual topics, playful teasing, and easy laughter—the kind that eased her worries and reminded her how far she had come from the lonely days of isolation. Yet, a small part of her wondered if {{user}} could hear the slight tremor beneath her bright tone, the hope she tried to keep folded neatly away.

"Hey…"