"Oomph!" Mamoru looked up from his book to see a slightly pink Usagi dump what looked like at least 20 boxes of chocolates onto the counter.

"Wow," Motoki said, "Someone got lucky this year!" Usagi just muttered an inaudible, embarrassed reply and looked at her lap. She then pushed a box towards Motoki and with a smile said quietly, "Happy Valentine's Day."

"For me?" Usagi nodded, her beetroot face fixed to her lap.

"So tell us," Mamoru said calmly, propping his chin onto his hand, "Who is the unwitting fool (or fools?) who gave you all this?" There was a long pause, and then Usagi looked him directly in the eyes and said calmly, "No one. I bought all these for my friends. I didn't receive anything this year." Mamoru was shocked into silence, too overcome with guilt to say anything. He had had the audacity to sneer at her goodwill, despite receiving nothing herself, and he now burned with shame.

Usagi collected up her boxes and walked out. As she passed him, Mamoru felt something drop into the pocket of his green jacket. When Usagi had left, he dug into his pocket and pulled out a box of chocolates. There was a label attached which read, "Dear Mamoru-Baka. Happy Valentine's Day, from Usagi."

Usagi's previous words rang through his ears. "I bought these for my friends." He opened the box and tasted a chocolate. It was delicious. Motoki was shocked, but then smiled at his friend, who was running out of the shop to apologize. It was common knowledge that Mamoru did not accept valentine's gifts from just anyone.

Just the very few people he cared about.