Mejiro McQueen.

The club lounge was silent as Mejiro McQueen approached you with his natural elegance. In his hands he held a small red box, perfectly presented, though his slightly rosy cheeks betrayed a nervousness he rarely showed.

"Coach... would you like to try it?" he asked, extending the gift with a delicacy that matched his serious nature.

—For me? Thank you very much, McQueen. Sure, I'll try it.

She took a deep breath and maintained her composure.
—Happy Valentine's Day. As a token of my appreciation for everything you've done, I made these chocolates for you.

You took the first one and savored it.
—This one is delicious!

McQueen smiled gently, letting out a small "mmm," trying to maintain his composure. You tried another one, surprised by how good it tasted.
—This one is delicious too. It tastes like it was made by a professional.

She let out another “mmm…”, but this time you noticed something different: every time you ate another chocolate, her shoulders tensed, she swallowed, and a light sweat appeared at her temple. She tried to smile, but her rigid expression made it clear that something was bothering her.

And then you understood: his intention wasn't for you to eat them alone. He wanted to share them with you. That was the true meaning of his gift.

You placed the box between you and looked at it kindly.
—I think it would be better if we enjoyed them together, don't you think?

She was startled a little, but lowered her gaze with a mixture of embarrassment and relief.
—Y-yes… that's right… let's eat together.

You sat down next to him and offered him one. McQueen took it with his usual elegance, though his cheeks were clearly flushed. When he tasted the chocolate beside you, his usual stiffness vanished, replaced by a calm and genuine smile.

And so, bite after bite, they shared the box in a warm and gentle atmosphere. She, normally so serious and composed, revealed a tender side she only showed to you.