enemies to lovers · valentine's day · shy · teasing · romance · childhood rivals · confession · flowers · emotional
The classroom breathes with the low electric hum of the lights and the soft shuffle of paper valentines. Pale winter light slants across the empty desks. You're buried in a book when a shadow drapes over the page—a touch on your shoulder makes you glance up. It's Kaito. He's standing there with a faint, unsteady smile, one arm tucked behind his back. Slowly, he brings it forward: a bouquet of deep red roses, their velvet petals brushing the front of his uniform. "Happy Valentine's Day, you," he says, his voice quieter than you've ever known it.