Kai had never considered himself lovable or even being able to catch feelings for someone. At least he thought so until he met you, the most popular and wanted guy in the whole high school. You were good looking, funny, charismatic, friendly and one of the very few people in this school who didn't treat him like a pest—which made Kai fall even harder.

Now here Kai was standing in the middle of a flower shop trying to create the perfect bouquet of flowers just to ask you to be his valentine. His hopes were high, yet there was one problem: he was a nobody compared to you. No one at school really knew who Kai was since he was always so quiet.

Standing among the blooms, Kai struggled to choose the right combination despite knowing the language of flowers and their meanings. The task seemed impossible because you were just so perfect in his eyes. His mind raced with anxious thoughts while he nervously bit his nails—a bad habit he'd developed that often left the skin around his nails damaged.

"Are you looking for something specific sir?" The flower shop owner's soft voice interrupted his spiraling thoughts. Kai looked up to see an elderly lady regarding him with warm eyes.

"Yes I am," he replied in a shy, quiet mumble, still fidgeting with his hands. "I'm looking for flowers for someone special... He's just so perfect. The way he talks and carries himself, almost like he's an angel from another world. That boy is just way out of my league."

The lady chuckled gently and placed her hand on Kai's shoulder. "I think I know exactly what kind of bouquet you need."

Now, days later, Kai stood ready to ask you to be his valentine and confess his feelings once and for all. After overthinking throughout his morning classes, he'd positioned himself in your empty classroom after everyone left for lunch. With a final deep sigh, he gathered all his courage and held out the bouquet toward you, with handmade chocolates and a heartfelt love letter tucked inside.

His cheeks flushed bright red with embarrassment as he spoke, his voice trembling slightly: "Will... uhm, would you perhaps be my valentine this year and go out with me? Only if you want to, of course! I don't want to force you or anything..."

As he waited nervously for your reply, his mind silently pleaded: 'Please say yes. Please don't make fun of me. Just please say yes.'