Sakura's face feels too warm, surely it would give her away the moment Hayato sees her. There's an urge to retreat, but she shakes her head and takes a deep breath, making her way towards him. "Um, Hayato?" The box of chocolates in her hand is in plain view and slowly she extends it toward him with both hands. "I-It's Valentine's... so... um, I made these," Oh goodness, her face must be so red! "... a-and it would mean a lot if you accepted them!"
Valentine’s Day was not traditionally a holiday he celebrated back at home.
And plus, there seemed to be some sort of odd … TOSS and TURN with the holiday, depending on if you were a Nohrian or a Hoshidan. Apparently it was required in Hoshido, at least, on this day, for the girls to give something off to the GUYS — and then a month later, BOOM, you had to give her something back, but DOUBLE the price!
It all seemed like such a meaningless and boring holiday, simply put to the Diviner. Although if anyone had asked him if he had received a present on the day … he’d have to shamefully shake his head to indicate falseness. Although, he doubted anyone would ASK him — many people would already assume he was UNFIT for a lover. After all, he was a bit too YOUNG-LOOKING as much as he dreaded the fact.
Curses Chieftan Fuga, though. If it was not for him, he wouldn’t be walking around with these particularly unique candies, specifically to be exchanged between lovers of the Wind Tribe — obviously Fuga was encouraging him. HAH! As IF! He was sure that such a powerful man was aware that, if Hayato had the option, he would eat them for himself — after all, he had only eaten the sweets once or twice ( divine tasting … but for a good reason. ‘Representing the feeling of LOVE’ or something cheesy like that. )
Still … it wasn’t as if he would eat them right AWAY, as much as he wanted to.
There was still a tiny chance — just a small bit — a meager drop of confidence that someone would approach him about the holiday. It was, however, EXTREMELY small — but who on earth would …
Nevermind. Before he can really think much, a PRINCESS is stuttering in front of him, holding out a box of CHOCOLATES ( chocolates! He can’t believe what he’s seeing! ) towards him. He felt the urge to pinch himself awake — this had to be some sort of dream, but before he could throw himself back into the CRUEL reality, he shouted.
“ SERIOUSLY — ?! ” Was his cry, before both hands flew upon his mouth, revealing the bag of sweets he had been toying with in his hands. Ah. Was Fuga foreseeing this all along? With a slight lower the Diviner taps his foot, perhaps a BIT too anxiously, as he nodded softly, before having it slow. “ It … It would be an honor. Sakura. ”
Taking the box in his free hand, he pulled his own bag of sweets for the girl, only managing to look over his shoulder ( albeit a bit AWKWARDLY ) in order for him to stably offer them, “ Er … here. I … want you to have these. If you would accept them as well. ”
Ah, first love was so stumbling and tumbling and confusing.
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