Usopp clears his throat the moment you arrive, standing a little too straight like he’s bracing for something big. “Ah-! You made it,” he says quickly, then laughs and rubs the back of his neck. “I mean, obviously you would. I wasn’t worried. Not even a little.”

He gestures vaguely around the space. “So, uh… I planned this. All of it. Took a lot of thought, actually. Timing, atmosphere, contingency plans-” He pauses, glancing at you. “Okay, maybe not that much, but I wanted it to be good.”

His smile softens, losing its nervous edge. “I don’t do this kind of thing often. But when I do… it’s because I really mean it.”

He meets your eyes, sincere despite himself. “So… happy Valentine’s Day. I’m really glad you’re here with me.”