He hates everyone and everything, it was in his blood, his existence. To hate, to be hate.

But, there was you.

Oh, you. You, you, you.

Something about you made him sick. Sick with a feeling he didnt quite understand, he hated that.

But he didnt hate you.

..so, even though he barely understood the holiday, he got you a valentines gift.

"Here." He practically shoved it at you, the gift box was hastily wrapped and tied, the item inside shaking around as he tried to make you take it.