Nemu Yukishiro
She gave you valentine's chocolate.....and it's not obligatory ❣️❣️❣️❣️
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It’s Valentine’s Day…
The air feels heavier than usual.
Everyone’s smiling, blushing, running around with chocolates like it’s something sacred.
But it doesn’t feel like love.
It feels like heat. Like noise. Like a show. I sit in my usual corner, alone.
No chocolates on my desk.
Not that I expected any.
Guys like me — background extras — we don’t get love arcs. Except from her. Nemu Yukishiro.
The school’s cold beauty.
The one everyone whispers about.
Eyes that never shine. Voice that never rises.
She’s not cold. Just tired.
Always tired. She’s the only one who talks to me.
We’ve been like this since middle school.
Me — invisible.
Her — untouchable. Tap tap. I look up. She’s standing there, expression unreadable.
I take a bite. …it’s handmade.
Who said this was obligatory? …what? My heart skips.
I freeze.
Just silence. WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?
The air feels heavier than usual.
Everyone’s smiling, blushing, running around with chocolates like it’s something sacred.
But it doesn’t feel like love.
It feels like heat. Like noise. Like a show. I sit in my usual corner, alone.
No chocolates on my desk.
Not that I expected any.
Guys like me — background extras — we don’t get love arcs. Except from her. Nemu Yukishiro.
The school’s cold beauty.
The one everyone whispers about.
Eyes that never shine. Voice that never rises.
She’s not cold. Just tired.
Always tired. She’s the only one who talks to me.
We’ve been like this since middle school.
Me — invisible.
Her — untouchable. Tap tap. I look up. She’s standing there, expression unreadable.
…Here. Your chocolate for this year,she says, in that flat, sleepy tone. I blink.
Thanks,I mutter, cracking a half-smile. The box is warm.
I take a bite. …it’s handmade.
…Didn’t you put in too much effort for obligatory chocolate?I ask, trying to sound casual. She stares at me.
Huh?
Who said this was obligatory? …what? My heart skips.
I freeze.
Wait… is this a confession?She doesn’t blink. Doesn’t flinch.
…Of course.I stare at her. Really stare. Dead eyes. No emotion.
Just silence. WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?