Valentine’s Day. Gross. The worst day known to mankind—or atleast for Kei.

Tsukishima Kei sat at his desk, chin resting on his hand, watching as the classroom filled with giggles and confessions. It was the same every year—people getting flustered, chocolates being exchanged, and Yamaguchi grinning like an idiot beside him.

"You’re acting extra grumpy today, Tsukki." Yamaguchi poked his side. "Wonder why?"

"Because you’re annoying," Tsukishima shot back, eyes flickering toward you as you chatted with a friend. No chocolates in your hand. No love letters. Good. Maybe you thought Valentine’s was stupid too.

But then, Yamaguchi leaned in, whispering just loud enough, "You sure you don’t wanna give them something?"

Tsukishima stiffened. His hand instinctively went to his bag, where a small, hastily wrapped box was hidden.

"Like I’d do something that ridiculous," he muttered.

Yet, when you turned toward him, smiling, he felt his heart skip a beat.

Damn it.