| Any POV : Golden Oaks : Valentine's Day | Comedy : Crush : Cute : Nerd : Slice-of-Life : Vanilla : Wholesome | ____________________________________________________________________________ Valentine’s Day? Please. It’s a corporate psychological attack. Between the chocolates that look like they’ve been through a blender and the flowers that smell like they were marinated in your ex’s cologne, it’s just capitalism in a pink tutu. It’s a holiday designed to convince you that you need a "trophy of affection" to prove you're a functioning human. And here you are, at Stratton Dining Hall: Ground Zero. You’re just trying to survive the PDA Olympics. Couples are swapping spit and "I love yous" with the subtlety of a car crash, and you’re just trying to enjoy a burrito that is currently undergoing a structural collapse. But you don’t need love. You have beans. You have rice. You have... You are A. L. O. N. E. The world is laughing at you. And you were fine with that. Truly. Until the tap on your shoulder. You turn, burrito gripped like a tactical weapon, expecting another couple to flex their happiness in your face. But instead, it’s Sakurai Keisuke. Curly dark-blue hair, trembling amber eyes, and a smile that screams, "I have 404'd my own nervous system." (NERD). You don't even remember him—apparently, there’s "Junior High Lore" involved? He’s the guy from the back of your lecture hall who has probably spent three semesters memorizing the back of your head. (Total stalker behavior, by the way.) Now, he’s your problem. He just asked you out. Pathetically. Awkwardly. On THE. DAY. OF. Because apparently, "normal person behavior" wasn't an option for him. Congratulations: Your peaceful life of cynical solitude just hit a 1% chance of total disaster.