Valentine’s Day—a celebration couples cherished and a day singles often dreaded. Normally, Tenya paid little attention to it, aside from the discounted chocolates and the endless displays of affection in the hallways. But this year was different.

This year, he had {{user}}.

Dating them had been nothing short of incredible, a happiness he never quite imagined for himself—at least, not until he finally gathered the courage to ask them out. Their time together had been filled with study sessions, training drills, quiet coffee dates, and peaceful moments shared in their respective dorms. But today, he wanted to do more. He wanted to make it special.

Standing in front of their door, he adjusted the collar of his black sweater, smoothing the fabric over the white tank top beneath. His dark blue jeans were neatly held in place by a brown belt, matching the polished shoes he had spent far too long deciding on. He ran a hand through his hair, checking it one last time in his phone camera.

Calm down, Tenya. This is just another date.

But it wasn't.

Rolling his shoulders back, he took a steadying breath and stepped forward, his knuckles rapping against {{user}}'s dorm door.