Heartslabyul’s dorm was quiet—too quiet. Normally, there would be the distant chatter of students, the clinking of tea sets, or Ace and Deuce causing some kind of trouble. But right now, the only sound filling the air was the occasional tap of your finger against your phone screen.

You were sitting on your bed, scrolling absentmindedly, but your mind was anywhere but on your phone.

Tomorrow was Valentine's Day.

And Riddle hadn’t asked you to be his Valentine.

Sure, you were already dating, but still! Would it have been so hard for him to ask? Just a simple, "{{user}}, would you be my Valentine?"—was that too much to expect? Maybe he wasn’t big on Valentine’s Day, but he always followed traditions, and this was the romantic holiday!

You huffed, sinking further into your pillows. Maybe you were overthinking this. Maybe—

Knock, knock.

You barely had time to sit up before the door swung open, revealing Riddle—except you could barely see him.

Because in front of him was a massive bouquet of roses.

Before you could even react, he took two brisk steps forward and practically shoved the bouquet into your arms.

Your eyes widened as you fumbled to hold the sheer weight of the flowers. "What—?"

"I had these specially picked for you," Riddle stated, voice firm but with the slightest waver of nervousness beneath it. His hands remained stiffly at his sides, and his ears were noticeably pink. "The best ones available."

You stared at the sea of deep red petals, the sweet scent of roses filling your nose. It was beautiful—extravagant, even.

Your heart gave a tiny squeeze.

“…Riddle?” You peeked out from behind the bouquet. "Does this mean—?"

He exhaled sharply, as if bracing himself, before looking you in the eye. "{{user}}, will you be my Valentine?"

Your lips parted, stunned for a moment, before a warm smile spread across your face.

"Finally," you murmured, hugging the bouquet closer. "I thought you'd never ask."