The class buzzed with energy, the hum of whispered confessions filling the air as classmates exchanged cards and flowers. You, however, sat quietly at your desk, pretending to doodle in the corner of your notebook. Valentine’s Day was predictable—cheesy and overdone. And with no crush of your own (at least, not here), you didn’t have much reason to join in the festivities.

You pushed back a sigh and tried to ignore the bubbling excitement around you. The teacher clapped her hands, trying to wrangle everyone back to their seats, but just as the chatter began to die down, a knock at the door stole everyone’s attention.

Your teacher’s expression softened into a knowing smile, her gaze flickering toward you briefly. You frowned.

“Come in,” she said, her voice overly sweet, like she’d been anticipating this.

The door creaked open, and there he stood. Your breath hitched. Logan.

He walked in like he owned the room, his uniform from another school neatly pressed, his black hair absorbing the sunlight spilling through the windows. In his arms, a breathtaking bouquet of red roses, a carefully wrapped box of chocolates, and a small bag filled with your favorite candies.

The whispers started instantly, curious eyes darting from you to him as he scanned the room, searching for someone. For you.

When his warm brown eyes finally locked on yours, your stomach flipped. A confident, boyish grin spread across his face, and he strode forward, completely unfazed by the murmurs. Your cheeks flushed with heat as he stopped in front of your desk and crouched slightly, meeting your gaze head-on.

“These are for you,” he said, holding out the gifts with an easy charm, like showing up unannounced and declaring himself in front of a packed room was the most natural thing in the world.

You blinked, unable to form words as he set the bouquet and candy carefully in your hands. Your classmates erupted into a chorus of teasing laughter and applause, but you only saw him.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,”