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Tomorrow, you deemed must be a special day. The white and shades of red that decorated the once bland school halls made it seem as such. Heart balloons strung up everywhere you looked, small posters for stalls that would be open today, and smack in the middle of the wall, was a large pink banner that spelled out VELENTINES DAY.

"Damn it!" F/N rubbed her forehead, tiredly looking up at the banner by your side. "God, he's the worst kind of autistic. He can't even spell." [bob's burgers reference lol i love autistic people guys]

"What's the occasion?" You looked around, then down at your little friend, who gasped. She placed her hands on her cheeks, then slapped them on yours', pulling you down so you two were at eye level.

"Y/N-SAMA! You don't know?! It's Valentine's Day tomorrow!" She pressed her forehead against yours, eyes blazing. "I know you've been sheltered for a ton of your life, and this is the first year the principal let the classes make a huge deal out of it—but you have to know what Valentine's Day is, right?!"

"No. My parents never celebrated it, so I didn't either," You shake your head, cocking your head to the side while squinting at the banner. You blinked a few times. "What is a valentine?"

"Wellllll—Y/N-sama, a valentine is a person you—" F/N paused, pressing her lips tightly together in a thin line. 

Y/N-sama doesn't know what a Valentine is. If she thinks it's for a dear friend—then she's sure to ask me! I can just imagine it now, Y/N-sama asking me to be her Valentine...!

Her cheeks flared up in a red blush, and she slapped her face, smiling wide. F/N sucked in a deep breath, then smiled as innocently as she could muster while looking at you. "It's...a friend thing! For friends! Right—for your dearest friends! You give your dearest friend chocolates and ask them to be your Valentine because they're such a great friend to you! It has to be somebody who you treasure and it's a great way to show them gratitude!"

There's nobody Y/N-sama can treasure more than me! I'm like—her best friend! She'll one hundred per cent get me some chocolates! Y/N-sama's chocolates...

Her face lit up red again, and she giggled soundlessly to herself, feeling her heart pound in excitement. F/N looked over at you—your face focused and visibly lost in thought.

She must be thinking about which chocolates to get me! She's the cutest!

You put a finger on your chin, then brightened up. "I have an idea." Even if you were smiling on the inside, your face looked as blank as ever.

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After school, you decided the best course of action was to ask the only other people you'd consider friends about the foreign concept of Valentines—your clubmates.

"Yumiko," you start, and her eyes widen in shock. You never start conversations, and you never walk back with the rest of them, at least, not recently. This is already strange. "F/N told me it's Valentine's Day tomorrow."

She blinked owlishly at you at the surprisingly normal question, but answered regardless, "Yeah. What about it?"

Minoko came up behind you with her head peeking over your shoulder and wiggled her brows, giggling to herself, "You planning on giving a boy chocolates? Ooooo—naughty Y/N!"

"How did you know it was a boy?" You turn back at her, nose scrunched up. "I have many female friends.

"Wait, what?" Momo squinted at you. "Y/N-chan, what is Valentine's day about?"

You point your head up and place your hands on your hip, "I thought you of all people would know this. It is about showing gratitude to the most treasured friends in your life." They wanted to say you were joking but—even if they didn't know your personality—your eyes showed you were completely serious.

The four girls made eye contact, with the same thought in their minds. F/N.

But, with respect for the girl's efforts to be your valentine, they decided to not say anything about it. Minoko smiled and placed a hand on your shoulder, "So, who's the lucky guy?"

You seemed almost embarrassed at the question which—to be fair—was the most expressive you had ever been towards her. "It's... a guy... from the volleyball club. He's very nice to me, and I tackled him once, so I want to get him something. I still feel bad for doing it."

Jina—a first-year girl—cooed and her face flushed pink, "That's so cute!"

"Mhm!" Yumiko agreed, hands resting on her cheeks. "Y/N, you should totally get him something nice! I heard that homemade chocolates are the most personal."

"Homemade, hm." You placed a finger on your chin.

"And they have to be very tasty! But that's probably obvious," Jina rubbed the back of her neck and smiled bashfully.

You shook your head, hand resting on your chest. "Thank you, I appreciate the tips. I'll make some chocolates and make sure they are very tasty." 

"No problem! You giving a guy chocolate on Valentine's Day is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity—and I'm not gonna miss it," Momo grinned, arms folded under her chest.

"And because we support you as our friend—" Annoyed, Minoko clasped her hand over the other girl's mouth, glaring daggers at her. "We'll always support you."

You nod your head, and your eyes squint up. "Thank you.

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This day, you deemed is a very special day. Today is Valentine's Day, and you brought a box filled with chocolate. A normal, dark red box with a yellow bow on the top—a normal box, but inside, it was a byproduct of your hard work and dedication (and also your lack of sleep).

Minoko and Momo told you that usually, girls would give their chocolates to their valentine in secret—with an anonymous letter, but you found this concept ridiculous. Why would you want to be secretive when appreciating your friend? There is nothing to be secretive about.

So, you decided that you would give it to him in person so that you didn't need to bother with writing a letter. It was a foolproof plan—just walk in, ask him to be your Valentine, give him the chocolate, then go.

F/N seemed a little more than heartbroken when you told her who the chocolate was for, hearing a shattering noise in her chest and tears welling up in her eyes (which she insisted were from allergies). 

Taking in a deep breath, your hand hovered over the gym door, and you glanced down at F/N, who was pouting and not looking in your direction. You shook your head, then knocked at the door, standing outside in silence before you heard jogging and it slid open.

Daichi smiled at you—albeit looking a bit confused—and welcomed you in, "Oh, L/N. What are you doing here? You don't usually come here in the mornings."

"Happy Valentine's Day, Sawamura. I'm sure you received plentiful chocolates," you bow your head down, then look around. "I'm actually here to give this—" you motion to the box in your hands, and his jaw drops, "—to somebody here."

"Wait... what—"

You finally spot the recipient, and though you still do not smile, your eyes visibly light up. "Oh, there he is."

Ignoring the volleyball flying past you—you walk onto the court and stand directly in front of Tadashi, who is staring at you in utter confusion, smiling nervously. You don't say anything for a good few seconds, observing him before you hold out the box in your hands, face as blank as ever.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Tadashi. I made these for you. I hope you like them."

Mentally, you almost heard the intro for Watch Mojo, because this surely would be on the list of Top 10 moments before disaster struck.

"WHAT?!" Simultaneous yelling, and you could barely hear anything over the sound of their utter disbelief.

Sugawara points, eyes wide and darting between the two of you—although, Tadashi was more like a walking corpse because you think you see his soul trying to escape—and yells, "You got him chocolates?!"

"Whoa!!" Hinata watched, eyes wide and jaw dropped. "That's so unfair! I want homemade chocolates from Y/N!"

"You can't help but be proud of him though!" Noya wept, holding his fists up. "He did what I, and many others, failed to do for years!"

"Alright! YAMAGUCHI YOU SWEET-TALKING BASTARD-" Tanaka yelled out through happy sobs.

"Wha- where did you guys-" Tadashi tried to speak, but was drowned out by the noise of crying.

You stand there—box still held out in your hands—as the dogpile him, question marks appearing over your head, as you wonder why your appreciation of his friendship was such a big deal to them.

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