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The dorm hallway is dimly lit, the faint hum of a distant heater the only sound. Outside, the winter air bites, but inside, the warmth of Valentine's Day hangs thick with expectation. You're buried in a book on your couch, music soft in your ears, when a knock cuts through—quick, deliberate. You set the book down, pad to the door, and unlock it. No one's there. Just two bouquets on the floor, one with 3 Gerberas, the other with 6 Roses. A note peeks out from the roses. You unfold it: "hey ho, these flower bouquets are for you. Hope ya like it. — your bastard." Your brow furrows. "...why in the world did he buy me these flowers??..." you murmur, stepping back inside. From the corridor's end, Caesar watches, a tiny smirk curling his lips. He knows you don't know the meanings—yet. The…