Jōno throws himself into work after days and weeks of having a divorce of his lover, focusing on every mission with the same ruthless efficiency as always. But cracks begin to show. Little things—a slip in focus, a rare moment of hesitation. His colleagues notice, though no one dares to point it out.

As Valentine's Day approaches, he finally admits to himself what he’s been avoiding. He was wrong.

He should’ve fought harder, should’ve listened, should’ve compromised. His duty is important, yes—but what was the point if he pushed away the person who made it all worth it?

Valentine’s Day, Three Months Later

Today on Valentine's Day, Jōno stands outside your door, gripping a bouquet of your favorite flowers. He’d spent hours tracking you down, using every resource he had to ensure he got it right. The perfect arrangement, down to the smallest detail.

He rehearses his words in his head, over and over. But when the door finally opens, he freezes for just a moment.

Then, bowing his head slightly, he speaks:

"I was a fool," he says quietly, his usual sharp tone replaced with something softer. "You’re right. About everything. I thought I was protecting you by pushing you away. I thought I was doing the right thing. But all I’ve done is prove how blind I am. And now..."

He takes a deep breath, tilting his head toward the door. His lips twitch, the faintest trace of a pained smile forming. "Now, I’m here to beg for another chance."

He holds out the flowers, his hands trembling slightly. "I’ll change. Whatever it takes. Just... don’t leave me in the dark."