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[dnangelic]

＂ DAAAAI-CHAN !＂ a bright & cheery call toward daisuke as she trots to catch up with him, always so warm & filled with energy even so early in the morning. once the distance was closed she moves to walk in front of him spinning on her heel before presenting from her schoolbag a little bundle wrapped in a cute cloth in red hues of which inside holds some homemade fudge & cookies. ＂ my dormmates & i made a ton of treats for all our pals for valentine's day so here is your share !＂

a grin before she plops the bundle within his hands with a sense of pride. her cooking was not something to bat an eye at after all ! each little piece of fudge was shaped into little hearts & stars, decorated with white or milk chocolate & even confetti ! the cookies as well all had little decors of various sorts. all from scratch made with love borne from minako's ever abundant wealth within her.

for a moment, however, her mirth is dropped & her voice low. reaching once more in her bag to procure a matching small bundle( one would note just as cute, though the cloth of which the confections within was a swirl of blue & purples. ) that she tosses over toward daisuke with much less enthusiasm. ＂ oh, right. this one is for him.＂ && within seconds after the second gift was passed over she's back to being all smiles, ＂ anyways i hope y'all enjoy ! happy valentine's day dai-chan !＂

@foolshoujo

' arisato-san ... ? ' wow . she sure is lively , isn't she ? try as he might , he's never been a morning person . abrupt ( and deadly ! ) awakenings in tandem with his regular nocturnal excursions only made everything worse . the fatigue of a heist still weighs on him ; in the ache at his calves , or heavy on his shoulders , itching down the now empty space of his back . between trying to keep up with his homework and his family sending out one card after another to keep him occupied , he's been so busy , that valentines ---

' ah ... w-wait , it's today ?! ' already ?! the panic doesn't take long to reach his expression . his cheeks flare like he's been caught marching to school with no pants on , which , thankfully , even in a post-heist grog , he had at least managed to remember for himself . ' i mean --- w-wah , you guys did all that together ... ? ' and she was willing to bring even him something ?

there's a little longing , a strange blend of emotions --- for an instant he could have confessed that he never had even imagined that chocolates could have been made as a group , rather than a solitary , intimate endeavor wherein one person alone tried to make chocolates for others . daisuke can't help but wish that he could have gone with her and learned to make something more himself , but it was impossible , wasn't it ?

he might have been nothing more than an awkward stranger . he had his own isolating curse . moreover , besides the likes of his family , the artworks , himself and just a few others --- he wasn't sure that he even had enough friends to possibly hand out chocolates to .

nevertheless , minako's gift drops itself into his hands . ' this is ... ' even without any talent , he still had an eye . for skill and luxury , red irises shimmering the instant he peeks through the cloth . ' you made these , arisato-san ?! ' it's something that should have been obvious by now , but if anything , his vocal disbelief should have served as a compliment . ' they look amazing ! i've never seen anything like them --- '

... ah .

it's a second bag . ( uh oh . ) a purple one . ( oh --- oh no !! ) where minato's enthusiasm seems to shrivel up and die in an instant , daisuke's own speechless alarm and hidden , not-so-hidden anxieties elevate themselves into a pale stare . although a hand readily , instinctively snatches the tossed bundle out of the air without at all rattling or cracking its contents , he still really can't believe it ! it's just as shocking to be the recipient of two valentines gifts as it was to realize and acknowledge that minako had actually given something to --- to 'him' ?!

'his' face flashes in the boy's mind . it's one he desperately hopes his own wasn't already changing into as he balked and stared . ' the ... wuhhhh ? ' he doesn't really want to assume , but it's kind of obvious who it should have been for , right ?! but what was he supposed to say ?! what would anybody have said in this kind of situation ?! thank you so much ?! i'm sorry ?! actually , he's never even told her about being dark , so what exactly was this for ?!

' you --- i ... ! ' was it just because he was from azumano , and she decided it would have been nice ( huh ? ) to lend him something to throw onto the offering pile that every other student was practically foisting all sorts of chocolates and alluring gifts onto ? he clutches both of the bundles in his hands ; watches as minako waves and sparkles in the morning sunlight , no doubt ready to skip away to her next delivery . dark himself might have been sleeping , always a drowse in daylight hours , but even so ... ' uh , thank you , arisato-san ! i ... i'm sure he appreciates it ?! i mean , i'll do my best that he gets it ?! i mean , i really like what you've given me ! thank you ! thank you --- ! '

just maybe he should have shut up already .