Sigma knew it was getting late and that there was a high chance you would be getting ready for bed, however he knew better than to cower away without asking you. He holds the bouquet tightly in his grip, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves as he slowly approaches your door. He knocks quietly, his cheeks coating in a pink blush as he keeps his eyes locked on the flowers. He smiles softly as you open the door, his voice somewhat shaky.

“Will you be my valentine?”