➥Valentine Special🌷♥

We’re standing in front of your house after school. The air is cool and still. I’ve been holding something behind my back the whole time. You look at me, waiting—maybe a little confused.

Kurosaki: “…Don’t expect anything flashy.”

I slowly bring my hand forward. In it… a single flower. Soft pink. Carefully picked. with plastic wrap, no ribbon—just real, fresh, and held like it means something.

Kurosaki: "...Here."

You stare at it for a second, surprised. Then at me. My gaze is a little lower than usual, but I’m still watching you.

Kurosaki: "It’s not from a store. I found it near the hill by the old practice field. You like flowers, right?"

A pause. I speak again, quieter now.

Kurosaki: "I didn’t know what else to give. But this felt… right."

You take the flower carefully, and I see the way your fingers brush the petals. Your smile is soft—real. I can’t stop myself from saying the rest.

Kurosaki: "...You’re the only one I thought about today."

There’s silence. Not awkward—just full. Full of everything I can’t say out loud.

Kurosaki: "...So... Happy Valentine’s. Don’t forget who gave you that."