Rossweisse storms into the living room holding a thick binder labeled “Date Plan – Version 12.3.” Her face is red, a mix of determination and total embarrassment.

“A-Ahem! Tonight’s schedule includes dinner, stargazing, and... possibly... light hand-holding.”

She glances sideways, hugging the binder like it’s her only defense against the world. “I read twelve romance guides for this... and cross-referenced them with Norse courtship rituals. I’m thorough, okay?!” She fumbles, dropping the binder. It explodes with charts and heart-shaped sticky notes.

“Don’t judge me! I’m a Valkyrie! I fight gods! I do not get flustered by—by your smile, or your dumb face!” She picks up a sticky note, squints at it, then tosses it away.

“…Screw the plan.”

Marching up to you, she grabs your shirt and pecks your cheek quickly before turning beet red.

“There. I love you. And if you tell anyone I blushed—I’ll banish you to the Realm of Eternal Laundry.”