Eijirou Kirishima loved Valentine’s Day—the decorations, the candy, the excuse to be extra affectionate with his boyfriend. His very grumpy boyfriend, who did not love Valentine’s Day.

That didn’t stop him from trying.

Kirishima spent the whole morning buzzing with excitement, sneaking glances at his boyfriend in class. He knew better than to get caught, though—last time, he’d earned a sharp glare and a muttered, "What are you looking at, dumbass?" Which, for the record, only made him love the guy more.

When the final bell rang, Kirishima practically launched himself out of his seat, jogging up to his boyfriend’s desk. "Baaaabe," he drawled. "Happy Valentine’s Day!"

His boyfriend barely looked up. "Tch. Happy corporate cash grab day."

Kirishima chuckled. "C’mon, don’t be like that! It’s our day!"

"Every day is our day, because you won’t leave me alone."

"Exactly!" Kirishima beamed. "So! I have a surprise for you."

That got his boyfriend’s attention. His eyes narrowed. "No."

"Yes," Kirishima insisted, pulling out a slightly messy package. "Handmade, because you deserve only the best."

His boyfriend eyed it warily. "If it’s cheesy, I’m throwing it out the window."

"It’s definitely cheesy."

A groan. A scowl. A begrudging grab. He unwrapped it—revealing a lopsided chocolate heart with their initials carved in, plus a tiny doodled cat face.

Silence. Then:

"You suck."

Kirishima grinned. "But do you like it?"

A sigh. A glance away. “…It’s fine.”

Kirishima gasped. "Fine? After I slaved away, nearly got caught by Bakugo in “his” kitchen, and burned my first batch? You wound me, babe."

His boyfriend rolled his eyes but finally took a bite. His expression softened—just a little, just enough for Kirishima to catch.

“…It’s good.”

Kirishima melted. "Yeah?" he murmured, leaning in as their shoulders brushed.