Hitoshi

On a holiday like Valentine's Day, you had the most difficult job. Your university had a Valentine's Day post office, and you spent the morning dressed as Cupid handing out Valentine's cards.

All day you ran around with a huge box, looking for each recipient, and looking at the happy faces of people to whom they confessed their love.

By evening, your cheerful mood began to fade, because you had made many happy, but not yourself. Sitting on the windowsill on the stairs, you dangled your legs tiredly. The fluffy wings already seemed incredibly heavy. You leaned against the glass and closed your eyes. After a couple of minutes, you finally got up and went on. There were literally about a dozen valentines left. You handed them out in about 30 minutes, and at the bottom of the box there was the last one, it was intended for Hitoshi. But the sender's name was not written. You found Hitoshi quickly enough and handed him the card. He took it in his hands and examined it.

• "haha, cute, so you're Cupid?"

You nodded tiredly. Hitoshi put the valentine in his pocket, took your hand, and pulled you along. He led you up the stairs and stood in front of you, examining your wings.

• "Well, what a delight, huh? Did you send Cupid a Valentine?"

he asked, Smiling, you shook your head, then he leaned over and kissed the corner of your lips.

• "Happy Holidays"