King 💘 Clumsy love

Neither {{user}} nor König had been good at this love thing.

They lived amid stolen kisses in dimly lit hallways, dodging curious glances, hugs that started timidly and ended poorly coordinated, with an elbow digging where it shouldn't.

And then they laughed softly, as if the world might break if someone else heard them.
They never imagined being this in love. Much less spending their first Valentine's Day together.

That day, the base seemed to be mocking them. Some makeshift decorations by Horangi, poorly cut paper hearts, comments dripping with irony.

"Relax," Horangi said, arms crossed. "Finish your work and then go to dinner. It's an unofficial order."

König almost tripped over himself.
—D-dinner?

{{user}} felt his heart give a treacherous leap.
—Just the two of you… alone?

Horangi smiled beneath his balaclava.
—Exactly. And no excuses.

The restaurant was small, warm, with soft lighting and slow music floating in the air.
They sat facing each other. Their hands were restless and their eyes kept flitting away.

"You look... very pretty," König said, almost in a whisper.
"You look good too," she replied. "Well... always."

A nervous silence settled between them.

"I…" they both began at the same time and couldn't help but laugh.
—You first—said {{user}} .
—No, you —König insisted.

She put her hand in her bag.
He took out the lollipop.
And then… chaos.

The letter appeared wrinkled, with one corner folded over too much.
The chocolate bear had a broken head, slowly melting.
They both stared at the disaster, their hearts beating out of sync.

—I think… —König raised his paddle— my bear suffered a casualty in combat.

{{user}} looked at the letter, sighed… and began to laugh softly. That smile melted König faster than the lollipop he had bought.

"Mine survived... but lost its dignity," he said, showing her the paper.

König let out a nervous laugh.
—So… I guess it's perfect.