It was nearly Valentine's Day and, to be honest, Kagami was pretty excited.
Before she started attending Kimetsu Academy, she never really cared for the red hearts, stuffed animals, and lovey-dovey mush couples usually tend to show each other. Especially shoving it in other people's faces without any regard for their comfort. She spent her entire life with her father, having been home-schooled since she could talk, and never seen or known any sort of affection other than fatherly love. With her mother having died given birth to her, she had never been around people openly expressing their affection for one another. The only thing she could relate to were the occasional hugs from her father.
Now that she is in a public school, her heart was set on experiencing a true Valentine's. Granted she doesn't have a boyfriend or a partner, or anyone essentially who would think of her that way, she is determined to see how differently couples react on that special day.
Or, in her case, how differently her friends will behave.
"Valentine's Day is finally here! Since I couldn't go to sleep and felt restless at home, I came up early," She heard Zenitsu sigh dreamily to himself one morning in front of the school. His body swooned back and forth with pink hearts embedded in his irises, rosy cheeks from, she believed, not the snow falling delicately from the cloudy skies, and his hands clasped together in adoration. "It's been half a year!"
Kagami only watched him with disbelief and a scrunched up face.
As the bell rung for lunch break, breaking out her bento box from within her bag and sharing lunch with Tanjiro on his desk, her chopsticks were halfway to her mouth, tempura gently wedged between both wooden poles, when they heard, "I WANT TO BE POPULAR! I WANT TO GET A CHOCOLATE FOR NEXT YEAR'S VALENTINE, AT LEAST OOOOOONE!"
The entire class, including Kagami and Tanjiro, stared at him with wide and confused eyes. "But now is still July," Tanjiro mumbled in between bites.
Yes, when Zenitsu had suddenly been driven with the insatiable urge of receiving gifts, he was determined to receive Valentine's chocolates even though, at the time, it had only been the middle of the year.
Zenitsu stared at him through cold and dead eyes. "What's wrong with being prepared early?" He growled under his breath. "I'm afraid to go alone, so come with me."
Both Kagami and Tanjiro squeaked, "Huh?!"
"I'm going to investigate now," He growled once again before grabbing and dragging them out of their homeroom.
His first target was the infamous Mr. Kyojuro Rengoku, their History teacher. According to Tanjiro, Mr. Rengoku received 28 chocolates last year. It's an impressive number, one she wasn't surprised to hear. He was an excellent teacher and made learning fun with exciting reenactments. "How to be popular?" He repeated Zenitsu's question curiously when he was ambushed in the hallway.
Kagami rolled her eyes at Zenitsu cowering behind she and Tanjiro's figures staring hatefully up at the smiling man.
Mr. Rengoku merely shrugged his shoulders, his notebook making an appearance in his grip with the small wave of its paper, as he casually answered, "Nothing in particular. We don't come to school to be popular, though."
His answer seemed genuine but Zenitsu didn't accept it.
His grip on their sleeves tightened to the point of pain. A hateful white glare in his eyes stared daggers at the man. His jaw was set hard. She could even feel the wrathful aura emitting off him! "No, no. I don't believe your lies," He hissed through gritted teeth. "You must have done something and got 28 chocolates, right? You're even dating a hot babe. Don't play dumb with me."
Mr. Rengoku didn't seem fazed at his threats. He merely placed a thoughtful hand to his chin and spoke, "If I have to say it... Do the diaphragmatic breathing and speak with a loud voice, so it can be heard in the back seat."
"The diaphragmatic breathing?" Zenitsu growled under his breath. Then, he stood tall and strangely walked away down the hall. With a huff, he finished, "That's enough. It doesn't help."
Mr. Rengoku looked visibly and audibly taken back. Both Kagami and Tanjiro stared after him with looks of horror.
"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry!" Kagami and Tanjiro begged bowing multiple times in Mr. Rengoku's direction.
When they turned to catch up to the fuming boy, they heard an enthusiastic, "Break a leg, Young Agatsuma!" in the background. No hard feelings, huh? That's Mr. Rengoku.
But that wasn't going to cut it for them.
"Zenitsu! You can't act like that to people when you're the one asking for help! It's hypocritical!" Kagami chastised him with heavy stomps in her footsteps.
Tanjiro firmly nodded his head. "I think it's a cruel thing to say!"
They reached the middle of the hallway and Zenitsu had been partially down the set of stairs. "Zenitsu, are you even listening to us?" She huffed at him.
"Zenitsu, let's apologize to Mr. Rengoku. Come on, Zenitsu!" Tanjiro pressed harder.
"SHUT UP! SILENCE! WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M DOING THIS FOR?!" Zenitsu suddenly loudly and angrily shrieked in their faces. Kagami and Tanjiro screamed in fear at his bulging blood-shot eyes, the tears running down his face, and the fists clenched at his sides. He shoved a fat finger in their nervous and whimpering faces, screaming at the top of his lungs, "I felt cringey listening to what he had to say! What with that "diaphragmatic breathing and speak with a loud voice"?! I'm not practicing for a choir, IDIOT! I'll scream as loud as needed to get chocolate!"
He had grabbed the collar of Tanjiro's shirt and started to shake him violently back and forth. "Enough, Zenitsu! Cut it out!" Kagami failed to scream above his temper tantrum. She grabbed his hands and tried to pry them off but his grip was iron steel!
"SOMEONE, PLEASE GIVE ME CHOCOLAAAATE!"
Zenitsu's voice could be heard all the way from the teacher's lounge. They lifted their heads from their meals and gave a disgusted look at the shrieking and shrill voice penetrating the air.
Mr. Sanemi Shinazugawa lifted his hateful eyes to the ceiling, ignoring or not noticing Miss Kurai Sato's attempts to steal pieces of his lunch, and scoffed heavily, "Tsk, who is that brat? I'll butch him later."
Across the room, Miss Kanae Kocho lifted her smile in the air, giggling, "I wonder that was Agatsuma's voice."
Mr. Rengoku smiled proudly and declared, "Good. He seems to have a loud voice. Impressive!"
Kagami and Tanjiro were finally able to settle Zenitsu down enough to visit the second teacher he wanted to see. Sitting outside by the blacktop on a metal black set of stairs leading to the storage room, eating a long loaf of raisin blueberry bread, was Coach Tomioka, their PE teacher. To Tanjiro's knowledge, he had received 31 chocolates. A feat Zenitsu, for some reason, couldn't understand happened. Despite his cold exterior and introvert personality, he really cared about his students, especially when it came to protecting the girls from Zenitsu's perverseness.
Coach Tomioka only gazed hard into the ground at Zenitsu's popularity question. He then huffed, "I never wanted to be popular."
Once again hiding behind Kagami and Tanjiro, Zenitsu's sinister aura flared almost even higher than that from Mr. Rengoku's advice. "Why are you lying? Your mouth is dirty. So you don't want to tell me because it will reduce your share? You're greedy!" He hissed angrily at the man.
Tanjiro's face suddenly snapped to one of fury. He immediately whirled on Zenitsu and screamed, "Cut it out, Zenitsu!" Now, it was he who towered over the nervous and whimpering boy that was Zenitsu. "Don't talk like that just because Coach Tomioka is eating alone and seems lonely in this place!"
A sound choked from the man. He looked momentarily stunned at the accidental jab but went back to his natural stoic look. A crumb of bread was at the corner of his chin. "I'm not lonely," He corrected him. He took a large bite of his bread. "I hust han't heat hile halhing."
The three of them quirked an eyebrow and cocked their heads. "Huh?"
Swallowing, he repeated, "I just can't eat while talking." He then added almost unenthusiastically yet almost passionate at the same time, "You could understand each other without having a conversation. You could tell how someone feels just by looking at them. The eyes of sincere persons are never cloudy. The eyes are windows of the heart."
Kagami blushed heavily at the thought of someone staring sincerely in her eyes as they proclaimed their love for her.
"I can't use telepathy!" Zenitsu screamed angrily in his face.
"What's with all the commotion out here?"
Stepping out around the corner, holding a long loaf of banana nut bread in her hand, was Miss Angela Tenshi, their Literature teacher. Her blonde hair was done tightly in a bun, her bangs tickling her striking yellow eyes, and she approached with an annoyed look directed in Zenitsu's direction. "I thought I heard Agatsuma screaming. Kamado as well."
Tanjiro stiffened at her words and stuttered, "Yes, I'm sorry, Miss Tenshi. We were just helping Zenitsu gather information in order to be more... popular."
"Popular?" She asked confused.
Kagami huffed with the cross of her arms. "He wants to receive a substantial amount of chocolate by Valentine's next year."
Miss Tenshi seemed like she really wasn't following along, not that they could blame her, but she nodded her head nonetheless. She took a seat by Mr. Tomioka's side and opened the package of bread. She broke off a crumb and held it up in between two fingers. "Allow me to spare some advice," She started to speak, earning the attention of Zenitsu for the woman who had received 43 chocolates, "Just be yourself. Don't be someone you're not."
Common yet wise advice. Surely that's how Miss Tenshi earned so many chocolates and captured the heart of Mr. Rengoku.
Zenitsu, on the other hand, looked even more furious. "Be myself?! If I wanted to be myself, I wouldn't have come looking for advice! Geez! What a waste of time!" He declared turning and stomping away.
Choked sounds of unpleasant surprise spilled from both teachers.
"Stop being rude to our teachers!" Kagami and Tanjiro angrily called after him. They quickly and sympathetically turned to their teachers, bowing and pleading, "I'm sorry, I'm truly sorry!" before chasing after him, screaming, "Wait for us!"
Coach Tomioka and Miss Tenshi watched them go with disbelief expressions. "Strange children," She sighed out with the slight shake of her head.
"I'm not lonely," He weirdly mumbled to himself taking a bite of his bread then swallowing loudly.
Miss Tenshi regarded her best friend with a slight chuckle, amused at his insecurity. She broke off a piece of her bread and delicately held it up to him. His eyes softened staring into hers and he gently took the bite from her fingers with his mouth. At her giggles, he couldn't help but smile at her happiness.
Finally catching up to Zenitsu, they entered back into the main building for their last stop, Mr. Tengen Uzui, their Art teacher. Apparently he had received 57 chocolates.
They entered the room stationed on the second floor. Half of the back wall leading outside was missing, some chunks sitting and littering the floor of the classroom, but it wasn't the strangest thing they've seen in his room. It was a usual and very common occurrence. What was also not strange was the maniacal laughing echoing through the corridor outside, the pounding of two sets of feet against the floor, and the loud, low screams just that above the laughter trailing behind.
"NYA-HAHAHA! HAHAHA!"
"STOP, HASHIBIRA! Don't run in the corridor!"
"MUA-HAHA! Then catch me if you can!"
"You've got some nerve! I'll kill you!"
Kagami lazily, and exhausted, poked her head out of the room and looked from right to left twice. Her eyes followed the fast glimpse of Inosuke wearing his boar mask on his head, shirt completely unbuttoned, and obviously having the time of his life. Trailing just behind him, with the scariest scowl and furious look in his eye, was Mr. Shinazugawa with the promise of punishment etched on his face.
"NYA-HAAAAA!"
"And take off that headpiece!"
Kagami could only slap a hand to her fore-head at Inosuke's wild behavior and slam the door close.
She approached the three standing in the center of the rubble. Mr. Uzui casually chewed a piece of gum with a paintbrush dipped in paint dangling in between his neatly polished fingertips. He lazily looked to the cracked ceiling. "Become more popular? It's easy, you know," He mused mockingly blowing a bubble with his gum. "You just need to be fast from kindergarten to high school."
"Come again?" Kagami scoffed in dismay.
Zenitsu came out of hiding from behind them, growling, "Huh? What are you talking about? I can't believe that makes you-"
"That's what makes me popular," Mr. Uzui scoffed back, not bothered or frightened of Zenitsu's impending meltdown. "Because the Student Fairy casts swift magic on the female students."
Zenitsu gasped as if it had been a truly shocking revelation. "St-Student Fairy?!" He shrieked.
Kagami and Tanjiro could only exchange extremely confused glances.
Mr. Uzui gave him a cheeky smirk. "As long as you're fast enough, you can be popular even when you have a plain face. Hehe. But make sure your appearance isn't filthy. Starting from university, you'll need money for anything. Wear expensive brand-name clothes. You've got the money, the women will flock to you. Like the beetles that are attracted to honey."
He looked as if he were giving out everyday life lessons with that horrible outlook of his.
"Isn't that a bad parable? I believe you won't find true love that way," Tanjiro hummed thoughtfully with the cock of his head.
Kagami, Zenitsu, and Mr. Uzui snapped their heads at him in stunned silence. Mr. Uzui, eyes wide in disbelief, stared hard into Tanjiro's deep red ones. The boy didn't back down. It was as Coach Tomioka said; his eyes were clear, pristine, and polished. His irises sparkled with purity and innocence. He meant what he said, he wasn't going to take it back, and Kagami couldn't help but swoon at his determination to find true love through non-deceitful ways.
Chuckling nervously, Mr. Uzui made a shooing motion with his hand. "I get itchy when I see shy people like you. So, get out!"
It was Tanjiro's turn to choke out a painful noise at the dismissal.
They roamed the hall back toward homeroom seeing how their lunch break was nearly over. Even with the plethora of mix-matched advice, Zenitsu still fumed on the way.
"Did you find any of their advice useful?" She huffed at him, annoyed.
"No, not at all!" Zenitsu scowled. "You shouldn't follow his way!"
Tanjiro grinned. "Of course not. If you keep working hard and being honest, one day you'll find a good woman who will notice and appreciate you." Once again, his eyes sparkled with purity, innocence, and genuinity. She couldn't help but think how lucky Kanao is.
Zenitsu only regarded him slightly and mumbled, "I... I guess so..."
"Chin up, Zenitsu. You'll find someone," Kagami said with the light pat on his shoulder.
Now alone in the Art room, Mr. Uzui couldn't help but think back on the innocent and naive words of true love falling from Tanjiro Kamado's lips. As if such a childish thing existed!
His anger snapped inside of him, his paintbrush instantly in two pieces in his grip, and he produced a bomb from inside the pocket of his hoodie. "SHUT UP, IDIOT! WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT TRUE LOVE?! YOU BRAT!" He screamed at the top of his lungs lighting the fuse with his lighter and tossing it at the back wall!
The teachers in the teacher's lounge didn't move at the loud boom shaking the entire building at its core. Not even as the dust and dirt collecting on the ceiling fell on and around them.
"Uzui, again?" Coach Tomioka huffed.
Miss Tenshi only rolled her eyes and nestled her head deeper into Mr. Rengoku's shoulder. He lifted his eyes from his book and smiled victoriously at the explosion. "Good. Art is an explosion. That's what he'd say."
Mr. Kyogai beat his tsuzumi in agreement.
After the next several days, Kagami and Tanjiro haven't really seen Zenitsu around school, but chalked it up to him staying busy with the Disciplinary Committee. One morning, during homeroom, Mr. Himejima suddenly announced, passing out papers with the usual tears streaming down his face, "Uh... In these past few days, it seems there's a weirdo. Check the print-out and be careful."
Kagami was surprised there was a pervert roaming around the halls considering how tight security is.
"I heard he's only after girls," A classmate whispered to her across the aisle.
"Disgusting," The girl in front mumbled in return.
Tanjiro groaned, nervous, "So scary. I hope my sister is safe."
"I'm sure Nezuko will be okay, but who is this guy anyway-?" Kagami had started to mumble from beside him picking up her print-out and completely choked on her saliva. She slammed her fist against her chest, clearing her throat as her lungs nearly collapsed on her, when she laid her eyes against the print-out in her hand.
The weirdo only appears in the evening. He speaks strangely loud. Suddenly, he silently stares at you. He's usually fast. He follows you anywhere! He has a split personality: He'll brag about being rich before saying he's actually humble deep down! Report it as soon as you find him!
Kagami's eyebrow and eyelid twitched in unison at the figure drawn in the very center. Long black jogging pants with a white side-braid, crocodile leather-tipped shoes, a sparkling white belt, a long white trench coat, 6 luxurious watches adorning each arm, a white mask covering the bottom half his face, a large pair of expensive black sunglasses shielding the top half, and a 3 gem silver headband wrapped tightly around his head. Peeking out from beneath were ruffled and disheveled locks of orange and yellow.
"No... freaking... way..." Kagami scowled to herself, the paper crinkling in her fists. "This is... Zenitsu! He followed all of their advice! What the hell is wrong with him?!"
From July leading up to February, especially on the final arrival of Valentine's, Zenitsu had looked worse for wear. As if he had died and his corpse was animated back to life. He looked to be the true definition of the living dead when she and Tanjiro approached that morning with sympathetic expressions. He had just finished checking the dress code for Sabito, Makomo, Susa Maru, and Yahaba.
"Good morning, Zenitsu," They apprehensively greeted.
Zenitsu hefted a big sigh and turned around, groaning like a zombie, "Yeah, good morning, too, Tanjiro, Kagami."
The two of them cringed and let out yelp of surprises at his sunk in face and dead eyes. Occasional tears slipped from his eyelids and stained his unhealthy prominent cheekbones. "What happened to you, Zenitsu?" Tanjiro gasped.
Zenitsu released a bitter laugh. "You knew I made a blunder when preparing for Valentine, right? I was mistaken for a weirdo. There's no way a weirdo will get chocolate. Plus, a Disciplinary Committee must work on Valentine's Day, too. That's why my face looks like this."
Clenching his fists, setting his face with determination, Tanjiro belted out, "There's something I have to give, Zenitsu!"
He rummaged through his bag as Zenitsu scowled, "What is it? I'd be grateful for your kindness, but I'd have to decline."
Wrapped neatly in a thin napkin, Tanjiro produced the prettiest and chocolate-y heart-shaped bread bun with a wide smile. "Ta-da! Valentine's Chocolate Bread specially made by Nezuko!"
At the sound of her name, Zenitsu' face lit up in a bright and shimmery pink light. He gently cradled the chocolate bread in his hands and stared down at it as if it were a delicate piece of priceless art.
"Nezuko wants me to give it to you. Good for you, Zenitsu," Tanjiro chuckled.
In an instant, healed by some magic filled in the chocolate bread, Zenitsu launched himself happily at the boy trying to shove him off. "Nezuko-chan gave me chocolate?! Is this a reality? Is this happiness?! Absolute happiness!" Turning beet red, in neither the anger or fury but in absolute adoration and love, he shoved his face in the horrified Tanjiro, nose-to-nose, squealing at the top of his lungs, "The fact it was made by Nezuko means it's filled with her love, right?! Am I allowed to eat this?! REALLY?! BECAUSE IT'S FILLED WITH NEZUKO'S LOVE! IF I EAT IT, MY BELLY WILL BE FULL OF NEZUKO'S LOVE! HOLEY-MOLEY! WHAT SHOULD I DO?! TANJIRO, HELP MEEEE!"
Kagami and Tanjiro could only watched with mouths wide open at the complete turn around of his behavior, attitude, and demeanor. Especially when as he screamed, "I'm so happy! Absolute happiness! Happy! Happy!"
Tanjiro's face dropped at the frozen happy expression of Zenitsu and turned to Kagami with another heart-shaped chocolate bread in his hand. "This is from Nezuko, Kagami."
"Aw, tell her I said thank you!" Kagami gushed taking a sweet bite.
Either not noticing or ignoring what was going on, Zenitsu clutched the bread to his chest as if he were the only special person to receive one as Tanjiro went around the entire school passing out the same treat to all their friends and teachers. Kagami only smiled at the generosity and charity that was the Kamado Family and felt around in her own bag. She placed away her chocolate bun where it wouldn't squish. Her hands shook grabbing two separate gifts from within the small confines wedged between her books and journals.
Inhaling a deep breath, steeling her resolve and calming the heart racing in her chest, Kagami approached Inosuke chowing down on his own chocolate bun. When she tapped his shoulder, he turned around. His face was smeared with chocolate crumbs with the goo lining his lips.
Kagami scoffed and shook her head. "You should really learn how to eat properly and not make a mess of things!" She scowled.
"Who are you? The Food Police? Why are you always telling me how to eat everyday? I want to eat how I want whenever I want! Bleh!" He scoffed in between bites sticking his tongue out at her.
"Inosuke, you're insufferable," She huffed pulling her handkerchief from within her bag.
Without thinking, she took a few more steps forward and placed herself inches from him. She lifted her hand and began to dab away the chocolate smearing his lips, chin, and cheeks. She concentrated so hard on removing the gooey substance from his face she didn't notice how stiff and rigid he had gone.
Inosuke had stared horrified at the extreme close proximity of her face to his. His cheeks burned red, his eyes wavered staring into those hardened green emeralds, and all he could do was shakily grasp her arm.
She stared at him in confusion.
"Wh-What do you think I am?! A kid?! I don't need you to wipe my face for me!" He belted out angrily snatching her handkerchief.
Kagami scoffed, furious, "Maybe if you ate like your age I wouldn't have to wipe your face and clean up after you as if I'm your doting wife!"
"M-My wife?!"
She suddenly realized what she had said. Terror filled her core and nothing could stop the immense heat rising to her cheeks. All she could do was tighten her lips, stare horrified at him, and stutter incoherent noises. She and Inosuke looked as if they had no idea how to respond to one another. Both looked embarrassed and flustered but neither one of them moved to give each other space. The closeness stayed the same, not that they had forgotten.
Kagami quickly lifted her gift and shoved it into his chest with both hands. "It's for you! Take it!" She yelped closing her eyes and quickly turning away. She didn't wait to see his reaction, she started to run away across the schoolyard as fast as she could! Her heart kept pounding in her chest even when she stopped around the corner to take a breather.
Never... Never has she been that close to Inosuke before! Close enough to kiss him! She laid shaky fingers on her quivering lips. The thought crossed her mind momentarily but she snapped herself out of it at the right time to give him her Valentine's gift.
The second one trembled violently in her hand. She almost forgot about it. She didn't know if her heart could handle another situation like that. But she must! They have to know!
Inhaling another deep breath, Kagami forced the lump in her throat down and nearly turned the corner, but stopped. At the edge of the schoolyard, someone was pacing frantically back and forth mumbling incoherently to themselves. Something wrapped in a box was in their tight grip, serious eyes concentrated on the ground, yet they were by themselves. They seemed to be rehearsing something, rather nervously she might add.
When she took a step forward, the grass crinkling under her step gave her away. The student looked up sharply.
"Genya?" She croaked out as if she couldn't believe her eyes.
His dark pupils widened seeing her standing there curiously watching him. His cheeks burned red, his entire body went rigid under her gaze, and he immediately clamped his mouth closed. The gift in his hand shook in his grip. He seemed to have swallowed a lump; his adam's apple bobbed heavily at his throat. Then, without speaking a word, he moved confidently to her. Silent, strong, and held high.
Kagami was nearly baffled at the sudden change of his attitude and gulped a lump of her own when he stopped in front of her. He towered over her an extra half-foot forcing her to crane her neck upwards.
"Kagami Yamato, this... is for you," He almost stuttered.
Her eyes wavered. "Genya..."
"I still remember what you got me for the Secret Santa Exchange," He started to speak looking away bashfully. She grew a bashful expression herself. He gently held out the gift and seemed to have nodded his head in resolute. "I hope you love it."
Kind. Genuine. That's was all she could think and remember back on those days leading to the Christmas Ball.
She smiled delicately at him and held out his gift. "This is for you. I hope you love it as well. I made it myself, without my father's help this time. He's atrocious in the kitchen."
Genya grinned and gently took it as she calmly took his.
Unexpectedly, he took one step forward and softly laid his lips against her fore-head. A surprised gasp choked from her throat at the sudden move. His lips, smooth, had brushed against her for a second or two. His hand, calloused, gently cradled her hair at the base of her neck. The kiss, mild yet delicate, wasn't forceful at all. In that time, she closed her eyes, relishing it, when he pulled away from her. She had almost leaned into it and had to catch herself from falling forward into his body. Her cheeks burned hotter and so did his.
Kagami bowed in thanks and walked away feeling giddy. Her heart thumped erratically in her chest, aching for more, as a smile stretched her lips, a squeal threatening to spill.
She had been satisfied and left for class... when she had been ambushed.
"Kurogiri!"
Kagami's emotions snapped to annoyance and anger hearing Inosuke call for her with the wrong name! Again! "Inosuke, how many times do I have to tell you it's Kagami, not-?!" She started to scream... but stopped.
Hands forcefully, strong, grabbed her arms and pulled her forward. Her body was launched and held against someone's chest, muscled and toned. She barely had time to rear her head back in surprise when something firmly placed their lips on her cheek near the corner of her lips. Her breath escaped her at the body pressing into hers, the lips kissing her, the burly hands holding her in place, and the feeling of their hearts pounding together in their chests.
When they finally pulled away, Inosuke stared firmly, face bright red, into her eyes. "Come on, let's go," He huffed taking her hand and leading her into the main building.
Kagami blushed harder seeing their hands held together but smiled, nodding her head.
Valentine's, and its lead up, wasn't what she had expected. Yet, it was one of the best romantic days she's ever experienced.
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY