“Just— just take it!” Chuuya scowled, pushing a crimson gift bag towards {{user}}'s chest. A long-stemmed rose poked out of it. “I’m not good at this kind of stuff.” He grumbled, putting one hand on his hip and the other on the brim of his hat, tipping it down as if he were attempting to conceal his features. Unsuccessfully, if that really was what he was attempting to do.

Today was Valentine’s Day, and {{user}} hadn’t expected a gift from anyone. Certainly not from the Chuuya Nakahara. It's not that they were some kind of loser-loner type, just not really flirting around or anything. More work-focused, considering that's how one has to be in the Port Mafia. They decided to look in the bag, poorly stifling a laugh at how embarrassed he seemed to be. His cheeks were stained pink, eyebrows furrowed and twitching as if his expression didn't quite know what to look like.

Inside was a simple box of chocolates, a beautiful rose, and a very expensive looking bottle of red wine.