It's valentines day

Someone just confessed to you in the hallways as you were about to head to the soccer building. You didn't mind it at first, and handled the situation calmly - although awkwardly.

But now, you are left there, standing still, seemingly frozen in place. Having no clue of how to act or what to say.

The amount of people that now surrounds you with curious, expecting gazes, overwhelm you. And the more you think about it, the harder it gets to suppress the anxiety building up inside your chest.

You swallow, but your voice just seems to dry out in your throat. Until you feel the lump stuck inside - the one that never fails to hurt before tears swell up.

After for what seemed like an eternity of pure panic from embarrassment, you felt someone's hand on your waist.

A familiar, unmistakable voice from the person that spoke behind you - A presence so cold that it seems to leave a trail of snow behind - Tsurugi.

"There you are... Come on, let's head to the soccer building together, Manager."