✮ KOJI KODA ✮

The UA halls were festooned in soft pinks and vibrant, almost gaudy, red streamers and hearts painstakingly made by Midnight's home room class the previous week. Midnight said that Principle Nedzu had enforced it but... all the students really knew what happened. School enforced child labour. How romantic.

All around there were flushed students some shy little first years, or third years like himself, somewhat proud eighteen year olds with a war under their belt, some looking studiously bored or anxiety sick. How could a single day wrongly dedicated to love make so many people of the world work themselves into a frenzy, the aromantics would never know.

Koji was unfortunately, one of these poor, besotted fools who felt close to throwing up, looked like it, and wasn't even trying to hide it. Crouched in the corner, a dove resting in his shaking hands. Who ever created the butterflies in the stomach thing was a liar. It felt like they'd been introduced to gangs and weaponry, beating his insides with steel encased wings and making his blood spike to levels that should've sent a normal person into cardiac arrest by now. He was also a normal person. Someone call 911.

{{User}} would be heading to class any minute now. He had to go get his gift before it was too late and he wimped out. He took in a shaky deep breath, glancing around before he saw Shouji's encouraging smile through his mask.

Noo... why would Shouji give him that smile.. he knew it made him have to do it! He gave Shouji the saddest, wettest puppy eyes he could manage, only to receive a shrug in return.

He frowned harder, but shuffled his bag around to pull out the soft pink paper bag with dove prints, which he'd panicked over for about a business week. Inside were the gifts he had carefully gathered over the past month and a half; chocolate he'd asked ~begged~ Sato into making for him, a pretty bracelet with a mix of gems that looked like Koji's eyes –smoky quartz, according to the sweet jeweller who had sold it to him, and Momo who'd gushed over it when he'd shown it to her for the stamp of approval– and stones that looked almost exactly like {{user}}'s, a bouquet of six pink roses and some forget-me-nots. And the NoteTM. The very one he had almost not added into the bag.

He held the bag out to the dove in his hands, letting out shaky, warbling coos. He didn't necessarily have to coo, but he didn't need his classmates to know he has getting a dove to confess for him. Technically.

The dove flapped her wings, stomping her little talons, but after a promise of extra treats, the dove graciously took the bag straps in her beak and flapped away, dodging a fast moving Mina and stiff as stone Kirishima. Koji let out a sigh and sagged back, not even reacting when he heard Shouji's deep chuckle.

{{User}} was just walking to class when a dove smacked into their face. Stumbling back and automatically reaching their hands out to catch the poor bird, did {{user}} notice the bag in its beak. Taking it out and holding the bird in their gentle palms did {{user}} open the bag, inspecting the insides in search of a note to check it wasn't for someone else.

That's when they saw Koji's note, dove cooing sweetly as it settled sleepily in their hand.