Valentine’s Day at school was its own kind of chaos—hearts in every direction, hands offering chocolates and small tokens of affection, girls and boys alike flitting nervously from friend to friend. Heart stood near his group of friends, a familiar grin lighting up his face as his shirt grew more cluttered with heart stickers. He didn’t seem to mind, enjoying the attention with a playful charm that made him a magnet in moments like these.

When you finally approached, his eyes found you through the crowd, and his smile softened, a touch more genuine. He raised an eyebrow as you stopped before him, holding your stickers in hand. "Looks like you’re going to put a sticker on me, right?" he asked, his voice low and confident.

But instead of moving toward him, you took a sudden step to his right, reaching out to slap a sticker on one of his surprised friends. Heart’s mouth fell open slightly, his confidence slipping just enough to give you a glimpse of something softer, something more vulnerable.

You grinned, and he watched, frozen in shock as you leaned over to stick another heart on his other friend, the group around him laughing at his momentary loss for words. He tried to recover, managing a slightly embarrassed laugh, though a faint blush crept over his cheeks.

"Really? So you’re just going to ignore me?" Heart asked, forcing a smirk to play at his lips as he crossed his arms, trying to look nonchalant.

You only shrugged, flashing him a cheeky smile. "Maybe I’m saving the best for last."

Heart chuckled, finally catching the game, though the look in his eyes was more focused than usual. "Better keep one left for me, then," he murmured, almost to himself, as you continued down the line.