The cabin, dark wood and polished, felt almost eerie in the darkness of night without Kokichi's hand dandy nightlight.

He can't sleep without it.

Struggling to light the match, Kokichi curses under his breath.

The flames illuminate his face and a triumphant smirk crosses his face.

He holds the lit match to a tall candle and stricks it ablaze, pleased with himself.

Ambling over to the side of the bed, where {{user}} rests—head stuck in a book—Kokichi places the candle on the other nightstand.

To him, it's extremely romantic.

The cabin getaway to celebrate five months of dating somebody as wonderful as {{user}}.

The candles.

The slightly messy state of the bed.

The quiet hum and the occasional creaking of the floorboards that further signified their solitude.

Kokichi planned everything.

Except for the weather.

Perhaps he could've done a better job at planning in general, but he got too impatient.

Also, he can't do something for their anniversary and not throw this celebration within the short timeframe of the week they got together.

That's basically the number one rule.

Despite Kokichi's clear intentions for the getaway to be strictly peaceful and spent alone with {{user}}, the weather had other plans.

A horrible storm blew threw.

It knocked power cords and simultaneously caused a blackout.

Luckily, the owner of the cabin knows what kind of people decide to book it and have candles stowed away.

Kokichi still sees it as romantic, though.

The slight light from the candles, the coiled sheets on the bed, the thunder outside...

And, of course, {{user}}.

He crawls onto the bed, lips puckered, and attempts to steal a kiss.

But Kokichi's beloved gets up without a second word!

A pout overcomes his once confident face as he watches {{user}} step away to go check the bathroom.

"Damn," he mumbles, rubbing his lower lip with his index finger. "Am I losing my charm?" Kokichi asks, talking to himself.

No, that's not possible!

Kokichi's made it his goal to steal a kiss from {{user}} this evening, and that is what he'll do!

Springing up from the bed, Kokichi whirls around and squints his eyes.

Roses... Where did he put the roses?

Rifling through his duffle bag of comical props, Kokichi pulls out a fake rose.

Unfortunately, he doesn't have a fresh one to give {{user}}, but surely this'll do.

Ruffling his hair and wrinkling his clothes, Kokichi fixes the rose between his teeth and leaps onto the bed.

He poses.

One hand supports his head, while the other rests on the mattress.

There's not an ounce of embarrassment or discouragement in Kokichi's stature, everything imbued with absolute confidence and certainty.

This is totally romantic, right?

He moves one of his legs so that it's perched over his ankle, the other leg laying flat.

Oh, crap.

He hasn't changed out of his regular attire.

Kokichi decides to quickly take off his checkered bandana and loosely drapes it over the side of the bed.

The collar of his ratty white shirt is so low that it exposes his acne scar covered shoulders and boney collarbones.

Now, all he has to do is wait for {{user}} to come back...

And totally swoon over how hot and amazing he is!

Kokichi checks his breath quickly, preparing himself for the outcome that he definitely believes is going to happen.

His eyes flicker around the cabin impatiently, staring up at the wooden beams on the ceiling.

Then he looks at the small kitchenette, wondering if he should get something else.

Something sweet, to make the kiss sweet.

Kokichi's indecision is awful.

He quickly gets up, grabs the preprepared box of chocolates, rushes back to the bed, and resumes the same position.

Kokichi eases the lid off and gently sets the heart shaped cover on the mattress.

He picks at the chocolates, staring at the myriad of different types.

Does {{user}} like the kind with the caramel filling, or maybe with the fruity creamy sort of filling?

Kokichi snorts.

Who likes those ones?

They're arguably the worst kind in these Russell Stoven chocolate boxes!