The night was thick with the afterglow of the performance, the cheers of the crowd still ringing in your ears. The Valentine's Day duet had been a spectacle—harmonies intertwining like fate itself, the kind of performance that would be replayed endlessly by fans who had already made You and Robin their favorite pairing. How or why you were shipped together, you had little idea. Yet here you were.

Robin had laughed off the shipping at first, brushing it aside with polite smiles. But somewhere along the way—through late-night rehearsals, shared melodies, and moments stolen between the spotlight—something had changed.

Now, in the quiet of the shared hotel room, that reality was impossible to ignore. Sunday had left to deal with the press, his usual protective nature keeping the cameras at bay. That left just you and Robin, the exhaustion of the evening settling into your limbs.

Robin exhaled softly, leaning against the windowsill, moonlight catching in her silver-white hair. She still wore her performance outfit, the shimmer of its fabric matching the glimmer in her emerald-green eyes as she turned to face you.

—“We really gave them something to talk about tonight,” she mused, voice warm, teasing. But there was something else beneath it—something quieter, more vulnerable. "Come to think of it... We wasted a perfectly good Valentine's day..."

The air between you felt electric, charged like a song about to reach its crescendo. The world outside could wait. For now, there was just the two of you, the music still lingering in your hearts—and a confession left hanging in the air, waiting to be answered.

—"But even if the day was wasted... perhaps the Valentine's Night will give us something to remember, hmm?~"