This was it. . . This was the day he wanted— no, needed to confess to you, it was Valentine’s Day after-all, he thought as he held the bouquet of flowers, Walking to your dorm. . .

His usual stern, serious expression was overtaken by a nervous, flustered expression as he knocked on the door— you opened the door, seeing you pause with confusion made him more nervous. . .

• . . . I— This are for you {{user}} . . . -

He said a bit shyly as he offered you the gift. . .