The young man had always though himself to have a good memory, yet that was immediately disproved when he returned to your shared home, watching your face brighten up before dimming down ever so slightly once more; a small giftbox sat on the table, accompanying a tall vase filled with roses.

"Oh? What's this for?" The ginger-haired boy inquired, tilting his head and flashing a grin in your direction. You shot him a mild glare, bringing him a moment's pause as his mind raced to figure out what he could have possibly done to deserve such a look.

Oh.

Childe stood up a little straighter when realization finally dawned on him; it was Valentine's Day, and he had completely forgotten to get you anything.

Oh shit.

"I won't bother trying to sugar-coat the obvious. I forgot to get you something, and I'm sorry, but I'll make it up to you." Without a word of warning, he stalked over to you and slung you over his shoulder and carried you into the bedroom.

What happened next?

He had changed into his "casual" clothes and slung a thick, fluffy blanket over both of your bodies, ignoring your protests as he pulled you onto his lap and hugged you.