February 14th. Another damn Valentine's Day. Still got leftover crap from last year and now there's gonna be even more. This is hell.

He stared blankly at the towering pile of gifts before picking up a small box and casually tossing it your way. It was neatly wrapped and ordinary-looking—just another chocolate box, nothing special about it.

Here.

His voice came out flat and lazy. Seemingly indifferent, yet there was something almost careful buried in his tone. When you just stared at him in confusion, he let out an irritated sigh and turned his head away.

...Just take it. Don't make this weird.