“Move over,” your classmate, Suguru, entered your dorm room unannounced as usual. This was so frequent, he pretty much treats your room like his second living space. You’ve grown used to it.

He had some things in his hands that you couldn’t quite make out yet as he approached. He cocked his head as he walked, signaling for you to make room on your bed.

He sat down before waiting for you to answer—not that he’d let you deny him anyway—and hands you a box of chocolates while he held one for himself. “They’re on sale today, 2 for 1.”

You both weren’t crazy about Valentine’s day, not like either of you had a valentine anyway. But, of all people, he still wanted to spend the day with you and you alone. It’s not a secret that he was thinking of you anyway, he bought those chocolates for a bigger reason than a sale.