I know it's pretty late but hey, better late than never, right?

It's my first collection series~! Yay~

Warning: includes some light mature content like drinking and stuff, and an overdose of fluff (for me)

You have been warned.

It's Valentine's Day! Yay! Not!

I blew away some of my hair that was blocking my face, waiting for my boyfriend. I looked at my watch only to see that he was already 15 minutes late. How on earth can someone be late when you're meeting up in the evening?!

'You are so freaking lucky I'm in love with you.' I thought as started tapping my fingers on the table, easing my growing irritation.

It was my first time to actually have a valentine on Valentine's Day and I want it to be memorable, but given that my boyfriend is a complete douche, so much for my dreams of romantic valentine moments.

I sighed before taking a sip of iced coffee that I've ordered before. I put on my headset and turned on the music. I closed my eyes and let the music take over my emotions.

I was having a party inside my head when I felt the table shook.

'He's finally here.' I thought before opening my eyes, trying my best not to look at my watch to see how late he is.

"You're late." I said coldly.

"It's a Saturday." He replied. I sighed.

I looked at him, making sure I put emphasis at how angry and annoyed I am. I stared to stare at his black hair and greyish brown eyes, and that stupid arrogant smirk he always wear.

"Why are you angry? You're the one who called me here. It's not like I wanted to come anyway." He replied nonchalantly, throwing invisible knives to my heart.

I stood up, real tired of his shit, and slapped him across the face. I obviously have no care in the world whether or not I have brought attention to us. He was, at the very least, shocked at my actions.

"Hanamiya Makoto, I am dead tired of this bull you call a relationship. I'm so effin' done!" I shouted, releasing all the furry a girlfriend can have when pushed on the wrong buttons.

I grabbed my drink and left the scene. I was walking without any directions, trying to calm my nerves, and when it finally did, a thought popped out.

"When I say I want an awesome Valentine's day, I'm getting an awesome Valentine's day, single or not." I spoke to myself as I went to a famous night club. (a/n let us all assume that you magically turned legal enough to go to a night club =w=)

I don't drink like ever, but given that I was definitely dedicated to have an awesome night, I started drinking some light alcoholic drinks, then coming up to the center of the club to start dancing.

Honestly, I'm having the time of my life, I even forgot about the earlier events, actually, I forgot about literally everything. The next thing I know was that I'm in a dark alley, aggressively making out with someone I don't know, definitely drunk. My hands was around the man's neck, pulling him deeper in the kiss as I felt one of his hands moving its way to my butt, lightly squeezing it, making me moan.

"Damn girl. To think you're all alone in a night club with this body on this particular day, whoever you dumped, it's his loss." The unknown man said before kissing me again, his other hand slowly climbing its way to my chest until he stopped moving.

I turned to look at what made him stopped only to see him getting punched by a familiar person.

"Get your filthy hands off my girlfriend, you dunce."

It took a little time for me to register, given that this is the first time I've ever been drunk in my life, to whom that voice belongs. My eyes widen, my heart started to flutter.

"Makoto?" I asked, not so sure if I said it right.

There wasn't any reply, but I felt a hand tugging me out of the alley then God knows where. I am definitely finding it extremely difficult to walk in heels, with my head spinning and all.

I heard a loud sigh then a penetrating gaze.

"Just what am I supposed to do with you?" He said, this time, I was sure that it was indeed Makoto.

I stopped walking. The level of stubbornness I have is of the same level as him being a sadist.

"Simple. You're not supposed to do anything because YOU'RE A JERK WHO DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO TREAT HIS GIRLFRIEND RIGHT!" I shouted, tears flowing down my cheek.

"Great! I'm being emotional over stupid things! Last time I'm ever drinking alcohol!" I added while randomly flailing my arms in the air.

He didn't say anything, but he carried me like a potato sack on his shoulder. I started squirming a lot due to that.

"I am not a freaking potato!" I yelled.

"Well, you're certainly acting like one." He reply coldly.

"How did you even find me!?" I asked, still in a loud voice.

"I have an IQ well over 160, and we've been together for more than half a year. Are you seriously asking me that question?" He explain, making me feel him rolling his eyes.

"I HATE YOU!" I replied, but have now stop giving resistance.

"I love you, too." He replied in an amused tone, making me blush and keep quiet.