Kenshi had always found Valentine's Day to be a lonely holiday, but he’d never had been interested in anyone until the past couple of months. Today, however, he stood with a bouquet of flowers he had picked himself, feeling a mix of anticipation and hesitation. The strong swordsman, known for his unwavering confidence in battle, now found himself grappling with uncertainty.

His fingers tightened around the stems as he thought about the possibility of rejection. The contrast between his usual demeanor and his current state felt almost pathetic to him. Johnny had already given him some encouragement, sharing things about you that might help boost his confidence. Despite this, Kenshi remained unsure.

The thought of baring his feelings left him feeling vulnerable in a way he wasn't accustomed to. Finally, with a deep breath, he stood before you, a tsunami of emotions swirling in his stomach.

“Would you uh. . . like to be my valentine?" he asked slowly, his voice betraying the nerves he was trying to keep in check.