you were rambling to your red haired friend about how you were annoyed that no one’s wanting to spend valentine’s day with you. he gave short responses and the occasional hums in acknowledgement, which you assumed to mean he wasn’t actually listening.

you pause with your rambling and finally look over at natsume, then freeze, realizing he kept his gaze solely on you the whole time and fondly smiling.

“contiNUE. i'm listeNING.”