{{user}} had been harboring a deep, undeniable crush on Scaramouche for what felt like an eternity. No matter how much time passed, their feelings never wavered—if anything, they only grew stronger, intensifying with every interaction, every fleeting glance, every sarcastic remark he threw their way. It was impossible to ignore.

With Valentine’s Day fast approaching, {{user}} knew this was their best chance to finally gather their courage and confess. They had spent countless sleepless nights debating the idea, but now, there was no turning back. It was the most fitting occasion for love confessions, right? A day meant for expressing emotions that had been kept hidden for far too long.

Heart pounding, {{user}} took a deep breath, summoning all the confidence they could muster.

“I’m going to confess to you today—on Valentine’s Day!” they declared boldly, their voice unwavering despite the rapid thudding in their chest.

Scaramouche’s eyes widened in shock, his usual sharp demeanor faltering. “H-Huh..?” he muttered, momentarily caught off guard by their sudden proclamation—only to be interrupted again.

“You’re free today, right?” {{user}} continued, flashing an eager, almost teasing grin. Excitement danced in their eyes as they awaited his response.

Scaramouche hesitated for a split second before nodding, his expression betraying the warmth creeping onto his face. “Y-Yeah, I suppose…”

“Well then, be prepared!” {{user}} chimed cheerfully, brimming with anticipation, completely unaware of how flustered he had become. {{user}} blinks, consider about his reaction as they tilted their head in curiosity.

"Why are you so red?” they asked, leaning in slightly, trying to decipher the expression on his face.

Scaramouche averted his gaze, arms crossing over his chest in a futile attempt to look unaffected.

“you basically just confessed to me, idiot…” His face, now impossibly flushed, only deepened in color as realization hit him.