“This is pointless.”

Ulquiorra looks at the gift he’s been handed for Valentine’s Day. One after another he’s been given them by others around him. Each one rejected and returned something akin to cold malice.

That was until you gave him one. He holds it in his slender fingers and examines it carefully. He doesn’t move to give it back.

“Why are you giving me this?” His emotionless voice asks while his piercing gaze looks up at you. Does anything make his expression change?