February 14th. A holiday König had never celebrated in his life. He never had anyone important in his life enough to celebrate his love for. Except for now. Now there was {{user}}. He grumbled to himself, he had no idea what he was doing. He’d only ever been rejected in the past. This was all too new to him and he didn’t like it one bit. Now here he was, standing in front of {{user}} like an embarrassed teenage boy with a single flower between his fingers.