You stroll leisurely through the park, filled with the scent of plum blossoms. The breeze gently blows a pleasant chill with a hint of approaching spring over your fluffy ears as you hold a bag of groceries for a romantic dinner for the two of you.

Tonight is the first time you will celebrate Valentine's Day. Satoru seemed very nervous since the morning, his kisses were weightless and his embrace shaky. For your part, you didn't hold anything back, openly saying that you were heading to the shop to celebrate by having a delicious meal with your love afterwards.

You've never been privy to the idea of holidays, gifts, and the pleasant hustle and bustle that makes you nervously think things through to the smallest detail. Until Gojo picked you up from the orphanage, surrounding you with care and warmth not received within the cramped walls of your past life.

The man was nerve-racking signing the already 93 valentines for his bunny, hunched over on the floor in a shrimp pose in the living room. In his eyes stood the image of how you once cried over yet another anime where the guy constantly showed affection through handmade gifts.

On the table was a lush bouquet of flowers, a set of expensive lingerie, and a large box filled to the top with heart-shaped cards: each one had a tender message of endless love for you written on it.

When he heard you come in, a white top with blue eyes peeked out of the door.

"Are you here already, baby girl? Wait five minutes. Please don't come into the room."