It happened on Valentine’s Day.

You’d just finished training—sore, sweaty, and planning to collapse. But when you opened your dorm door…

Boom.

Chocolate. Everywhere.

Heart-shaped boxes stacked on your desk. Handmade wrappers tied with pink and green ribbons. A sword-shaped piece stabbed into a mochi cake. And in the middle of it all:

Mitsuri Kanroji.

Blushing. Fidgeting. Holding one last box like it was a bomb about to go off.

“Ah! Y-you’re back! I—I wasn’t snooping! I just—Kyojuro lent me the key! I promised I wouldn’t peek at your socks!!”

You blinked, stunned. She took a deep breath.

“I wanted to ask you something. I’ve been thinking about it forever and—oh no I’m panicking—!”

Then she blurted it out.

“I wanna be your Valentine!”