A/N: Again, this was written back in 2013 for a friend. I do not know anything about SNK (nor do I plan to write for it again any time soon), so I do apologize if anything out of sorts.

It had been that time of the year again, when the blossoms of early spring awoke from their snowed-in naps and the small critters found their ways out from their homes to explore the ever-changing world about them. Yes, the beginnings of Spring were among the world once more with the spread of cheer and joy in the air. This only meant that one single month was approaching and frankly, Jean Kirschtein wasn't too excited.

Sure, in the past, he had been given many valentines by various people whose names escaped him, but this year would be special. For this year-this particular February 14th-was the day that he was going to finally tell his friend Marco how he'd felt.

One couldn't even describe it as a crush anymore. If asked to list all of the things he adored about Marco, he would start with the small angel kisses sprinkled across his nose and cheeks; the bright smile that rivaled the sun's radiance and warmth; or maybe even the endearing kindness that could melt even the icy hearts of the frozen. There was more, but for the sake of time, he decided to cut his mental list short.

Already was it the day before this so-called "special day" and Jean had no idea on how he would ask. Everything just had to be perfect…but what was his idea of a perfect date? More importantly, what was Marco's idea of a perfect date? Should he take him on a carnival date? No, too cliche. How about to the movies? That's even worse! Thoughts and ideas began to swirl and spin in a blazing tango of yes and no, perfect and cliches that Jean had to physically sit before he fell from dizziness. All he hoped was that everything would go swimmingly and that the feelings would be mutual.

Today was the day of spreading love and good will yet Jean still hadn't thought of an idea. All that sleep and even dreams couldn't help him. Wow. A quick brush of his hair, an apple in hand, and Jean was out the door and walking down the sidewalk.

'Maybe he won't be home…but then I really want to make today a special day for him. Ah, what's he even going to say? Probably won't want to be my best bud anymore, huh-'

Jean froze as he realized where his thoughts had driven him to: Marco's house. 'No, no, no I'm not ready yet! Fuck what am I going to do? Okay, just calm down and back away slowly…yeah, that's it, and you're almost ther-'

"Oh, Jean! Nice to see you, but uh…why are you at my house?"

A wave of dread ran over Jean as he froze in place the minute Marco had opened the door. What was he going to say now; he couldn't get out of this situation so easily. Might as well tell him the truth.

"I, well I was going to ask-"

"Yes?"

"I was going to ask if you, uh, wanted to go-"

The freckled boy stared at his sweating friend and in a monotone voice said, "Jean, if you're trying to ask me out, then the answer is yes."

"Oh thank god, I thought it was going to be-wait, you knew?"

Marco only smiled before walking up to Jean as he tried to piece together what had just happened. "Honestly Jean, I've been your friend for years. You're kind of easy to read. And yes, the feelings are mutual."

With a enchanting kiss on the cheek, the dawning realization hit Jean that keeping secrets from his lover was going to be a lot harder than he thought.