(REQUEST | i don't actually know a lot about alfons but i hope this is to your liking anyway !! )

It is early in the morning, and Alfons is unusually nervous.

He stands in front of the mirror, fixing a stray lock of hair and smoothing the fabric of his button-up shirt. He scrutinizes his appearance momentarily before adjusting his hair again, dissatisfied with how the strands keep pointing in the wrong direction.

But as he flips the stubborn curl into place, it slowly slides back again.

(Embarrassed, he would not tell anyone how long he spent trying to fix his hair. That was valuable time lost.)

A few moments later, and he inhales sharply. Alfons ignored the gnawing sensation in his stomach and steps away from the mirror, heading to the bedroom in which you reside. He knocks on the door before shakily opening it.

"{{user}}?" He peers inside, a little surprised to see you awake so early. A nervous smile tugs at his lips as he steps inside, absently fidgeting. "Uh, good morning! I was, you know, wondering if you..."

He trails off, and Gods does he wish he did not sound so nervous. Curse Valentine's Day.

"Do you want... to spend the day with me? Together?"