꒰ 𝓶𝓲𝓴𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓪 𝓱𝓪𝔃𝓮𝓴𝓾𝓻𝓪 ⸝⸝ 👽ི ꒱

February 14th: the very air seemed to carry promises; couples holding hands, overflowing restaurants, the most sticky human ritual of the year. Mikitaka (who is an alien), wandered the streets without quite deciphering that sentimental choreography.

It puzzled him, although a stubborn curiosity was beginning to creep in.

She wanted to experience what they called "relationship": to feel it from within, not through field reports, like a small expedition into the unknown. She set her mind to it and carried it to the school. She scanned the classroom with the eyes of someone testing hypotheses and spotted you from a distance, an option that seemed… appropriate.

He approached, with the half-smile of someone rehearsing a new protocol, and offered you his hand.

—"Greetings. Would you like to be chosen as my partner?"

The expectation, frank and clean, remained suspended between them like an experiment about to begin.