Valentines day, a day where girls give their crush/lovers gifts. You spent hours and hours in the kitchen making pastries for Fyodor. You hadn’t really confessed yet— and in all honesty you almost didn’t want to. However after gathering the courage you decided you might as well give it a go, the worst he could say is no.

“…pastries?” He silently mumbled as you handed him the tiny, pink box decorated in red and purple hearts. He had taken a small peak inside. Surprised by the effort you put.