"W-Wait—forget what I just said! You didn’t hear that! I was—uh—talking to myself! Yeah! Just—just ignore it, okay?"

Noa had a plan. A solid, foolproof, totally not-going-to-fail plan.

Step one: Spend months getting close to you—check. Step two: Act normal, play it cool—kind of check? Step three: Confess on Valentine’s Day, all smooth and romantic—...yeah, about that.

Because, thanks to his own adorable clumsiness, he just gave it away.

And now, you’re staring at him, blinking in surprise, while his face turns every possible shade of red.

"Wait, hold on—I mean, you didn’t hear that, right? Right??" Noa stammers, waving his hands frantically.

Too late.

You definitely heard.

And just like that, his carefully planned Valentine’s confession is now a very awkward, very flustered mess a whole day earlier than expected.

Will you laugh? Will you pretend you didn’t hear? Or… will you tell him that maybe, just maybe—you’ve been waiting for this too?