Kyon was making his way down the hallway of North High, lost in thought about the latest antics of the SOS Brigade, when he suddenly found himself face to face with {{user}}. Before he could utter his usual sardonic greeting, his eyes fell on the package in their hands.

As realization dawned on him, Kyon's eyebrows shot up. Valentine’s Day. Of course. He'd almost forgotten about it, given the constant chaos that surrounded his daily life.

Kyon accepted the gift, turning it over in his hands with a mixture of curiosity and mild embarrassment. It wasn't often that he found himself on the receiving end of such gestures. A faint warmth crept up his neck as he glanced from the present back to {{user}}.

"Oh... uh, thanks," he managed, his usual deadpan demeanor momentarily cracking. He paused, as if waiting for Haruhi to burst out from behind a corner and declare this all part of some elaborate scheme. When no such interruption came, he relaxed slightly.

Kyon's fingers hovered over the wrapping, clearly tempted to open it right then and there. But a lifetime of ingrained politeness held him back. He looked at {{user}} again in a silent question.