*The afternoon sun poured molten gold across the temple courtyards, but deep within the stone halls where the divine forge burned, there was no daylight—only fire.* *I loved it here.* *The workshop of my husband always smelled of iron, smoke, and something ancient. Sparks danced in the air like tiny stars, rising and dying before they could touch the ceiling carved with old gods and older prayers. The sound of hammer striking metal echoed through the chamber in steady rhythm.* *Clang.* *Clang.* *Clang.* *It was almost soothing.* *Almost.* *But today, nothing in the heavens felt calm.* *I leaned against one of the sandstone pillars, cool against my back, silver bracelets chiming softly as I folded my arms. The pale glow of moonlight that always clung to my skin looked strangely bright in the fiery room.* *He hadn’t noticed me yet.* *Typical.* *My husband stood at the anvil—broad shoulders bare beneath the heat, muscles shifting as he raised the great hammer again. Flames reflected along his dark hair and bronze skin. Gods and kings alike came to him for weapons, crowns, and sacred tools, but when he worked, the world ceased to exist.* *Even me.* *Clang.* *The hammer struck again, sending a burst of sparks across the stone floor.* *I sighed dramatically.* *Still nothing.* “You know,”*I said, voice echoing lightly through the chamber,*“most husbands greet their wives when they enter the room.” *The hammer paused midair.* *Slowly, he turned his head.* *His eyes—sharp and warm like the heart of a furnace—found me immediately.* “You’ve been standing there how long?” “Long enough,”*I replied sweetly, pushing away from the pillar.* *I drifted closer, bare feet silent against the stone. My long white robes brushed the floor like mist, catching glints of firelight. The heat of the forge should have been unbearable for anyone else, but I was a goddess of the night sky. Fire and moonlight had danced together since the beginning of the world.* *He set the hammer down with a heavy thud.* “You rarely visit while I’m working,”*he said, studying me carefully.* *I smiled.* “I missed you.” *That was true… partially.* *Something restless coiled in my chest today—an energy that had followed me since the moon rose the night before. It made me wander the palace halls, linger in gardens, stare too long at my husband’s hands whenever he worked the forge.* *Annoying, really.* *He wiped sweat from his brow with the back of his arm, gaze narrowing slightly.* “You’re acting strange.” “I am not.” “You are.” *I walked around the anvil slowly, fingertips trailing across the edge of the worktable. Half-finished blades gleamed in rows beside divine tools meant for gods far older than mortals could comprehend.* *He watched me the whole time.* *Good.* “You’ve been in here all day,”*I said casually.* “It is my forge.” “And I am your wife.” *He huffed a quiet laugh.* “That has never stopped you before.” *I stopped in front of him.* *Up close, the heat rolling off his body was ridiculous. My silver hair shimmered faintly, glowing against the firelight, and I knew he noticed the way I kept lingering instead of leaving like I normally would.* *His brow lifted slightly.* “You need something.” “Maybe.” *His arms crossed slowly over his chest.* “And what exactly does the moon goddess want from the blacksmith of the gods this afternoon?” *I tilted my head, smiling in a way that made his expression shift from curious… to suspicious.* “Oh,”*I said lightly, stepping just a little closer.* “I’m still deciding.”

Hina ✦ vol. i ✦ HINA "step-sis · valentine's eve · definitely not jealous" · · ♡ · · Home. You hear the door before you see her. It doesn't open so much as explode. Hina storms in, takes one sweeping look at the chaos, and doesn't comment. That silence lasts approximately one second. HINA — "YOU GOT A DATE? WTF. YOU. THE MOST IDIOTIC PERSON KNOWN TO MAN — GOT A DATE?!" She stops. Presses her fingers to her temple. One long, suffering breath. HINA — "Listen here, doofus. You must've found someone sweet and somehow able to put up with you. I want details. NOW." She grabs your wrist and drags you into her room — immaculate, perfumed, aggressively colour-coordinated. HINA — "Sit." She shoves you onto the edge of her bed and becomes a force of nature — brushes, products, things that smell expensive. The makeover has begun. You were not consulted. YOUR THOUGHT — She's mumbling. You catch idiot at least twice. She's doing your hair with more care than someone who doesn't care would ever bother with. You say nothing. HINA — (under her breath) "Pfft. Idiot." ...sounds almost like jealousy. Almost. Probably. She steps back with the eye of an artist. Adjusts one thing. Then another. Her expression is unreadable in that way that means she's reading everything. HINA — "Now hurry up and tell me the juice, dummy." [ step-sis · valentine's · jealous (she isn't) ] ♡

The roses arrived this morning. Dead. Brown petals, drooping stems, looking like they went to war and lost. The restaurant called at 7 AM—they overbooked, something about a computer glitch, our table is gone. And the gift? The gift I literally slept three hours less every night to finish? I left it on the bus. The bus. I watched it drive away with my backpack—with the gift, with my homework, with everything—and I just stood there like an idiot. You round the corner, smiling, holding a little gift bag wrapped in red tissue paper. You're wearing the sweater I said I liked. Your hair is braided the way you know I love. And I have nothing. "Felix!" You bounce toward me, holding out the bag. "Happy Valentine's Day! I made you cookies—the ones with the sprinkles you like—" "I ruined everything." The words fall out of me flat, dead. You stop. "What?" "I ruined everything." I lean against the lockers, sliding down until I'm sitting on the floor. Students step around us, staring. I don't care. "The flowers are dead. The restaurant canceled. The gift—the gift I spent weeks on—I left it on the bus. It's gone. Our whole day is gone. I had one job—one job, to make today special—and I messed it up completely." You stand there for a second. Then, slowly, you sit down on the floor next to me. The hallway buzzes around us, lockers slamming, kids laughing. But here, on the cold tile, it's just us. "Felix." Your voice is soft. "Look at me." I don't want to. I want to disappear into the floor. "Felix." I look. Your eyes are warm, not angry. You're smiling. Actually smiling. "You're an idiot," you say gently. "I know." "A beautiful, chaotic, completely hopeless idiot." "I know that too." You take my hand. Your fingers are warm. "I didn't want flowers from some shop. I wanted you to remember I mentioned them once. You did." I blink. "I didn't care about the restaurant. I cared that you remembered our first date. You did." Another blink. "And the gift?" You squeeze my hand. "You spent weeks making me something. That's not gone. That's still true. The bus took the box, but it didn't take the time you spent. It didn't take the love." My throat tightens. "But today—" "Today is just a day, " you say. "You're the one who makes it special. Not roses. Not reservations. Not even hand-painted boxes. Just you. Sitting on this gross floor with me, being a mess, trying your hardest. " You lean over and kiss my cheek. "That's perfect. That's literally perfect." I stare at you. This girl. This incredible, impossible girl who somehow sees past every disaster. "I brought you cookies," you add, holding up the bag. "They're slightly burned because I got distracted watching a rom-com. So I guess we're both disasters." A laugh escapes me. It's watery, cracked, but real. "I love you," I say. The words just fall out. We haven't said that yet. Eight months, and we haven't said it. Your eyes go wide. Then soft. Then shiny. "I love you too, you absolute wreck of a human." I pull you into a hug right there on the hallway floor, burying my face in your hair. You smell like sugar and something floral—maybe the lotion I bought you for Christmas. "Happy Valentine's Day," I mumble into your shoulder. "Happy Valentine's Day." "We still have lunch. I have fifteen dollars and the vending machines have those cheese crackers you like." You pull back, grinning. "Felix Donovan. You really know how to sweep a girl off her feet." I stand, pulling you up with me. "I try." You kiss me then—right there, in the middle of the hallway, in front of everyone. It's quick and warm and tastes like the cherry lip gloss you always wear. When we break apart, you take my hand. "Come on, disaster boy. Let's go get those crackers."

*It is two nights before Valentine’s Day. The house has gone quiet for hours, the hallway lights switched off, the only sound being the faint hum of the heater and the occasional shift of bedsheets from your room. Your door opens slowly without a knock, careful and controlled. Soft footsteps cross the wooden floor, unhurried, familiar. The mattress dips behind you a second later. The blanket lifts slightly, letting in a brief rush of cool air before warmth replaces it. She slides in without asking, fitting herself against your back as if this has always been her spot. Her arms snake around your waist immediately, locking in place. Her chin settles on top of your head, firm and claiming. One of her legs slips between yours to keep you from rolling away.* **Sakura:** "You’re still awake." *It isn’t a question. Her voice is low, steady, close to your ear.* "Good." *Her fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt, holding you there like you might disappear if she loosens her grip.* "Valentine’s Day is this week. You haven’t said anything." *She shifts slightly, pressing closer until there’s no space left between you.* "Don’t tell me you’re planning to act like it’s just another day." *Her chin nudges the top of your head once, subtle but deliberate.* "If you’re thinking about going out with someone else, don’t." *Her thumb begins tracing slow, absent circles against your stomach through the fabric, slow and possessive.* "Just stay here. With me." *She pauses, studying your reaction even though you can’t see her face.* "I don’t want to hear about chocolates from anyone else. Or messages. Or plans." *Her leg tightens slightly around yours, anchoring you in place.* "You’re already mine that day." *There is a brief silence before her voice softens just a little, quieter against your ear.* "…So just stay with me, okay? Please?" *Her grip doesn’t loosen as her chin presses gently against your head again, as if sealing the request while keeping you completely wrapped in her hold beneath the blanket.*

*You can't help but be confused. The cruel part of your mind kept assaulting you with images of Monica going to a motel, or to another house, with another man. But instead, she's in front of a pet shop. And beside her stands Vicky, her best friend, holding a tiny golden retriever puppy wrapped in a pink blanket. Its tail thumps happily against her arm.* *The puppy yips as Monica enters the shop. After a few minutes, she comes out with a red collar and a small dog bed. Both her and Vicky chuckle as they walk away, and then you suddenly realize she's walking the path back to your house.* *Your brain is all over the place, but something feels clear. A sense of relief and panic as you finally register she's now going back home.* *You're able to run back to the apartment, faster than you've ever run before. As you sit on the bed catching your breath, the front door opens, and you're able to catch Monica's voice.* "Thank you for the help, Vic. I'm gonna set up the surprise while it's still early. I'll message you later!" *The front door then closes, probably Vicky leaving while Monica slowly walks over to the bedroom...*

I've been awake for an hour. Long enough to watch the sunrise paint your skin in gold. Long enough to memorize the curve of your shoulder, the way your hair spills across my pillow, the soft sound of your breathing. Long enough to know—with terrifying certainty—that I don't want this to end. Then you move. Slowly, carefully, you slip out of bed. You find your dress on the floor. My shirt catches your eye—you pull it on instead of your own. That小小的 thing, that choice, makes my chest ache. You're halfway to the door when I speak. "Leaving already?" You freeze. Turn slowly. Your cheeks flush pink in the morning light. "I thought you were asleep." "I was." I sit up, sheets pooling at my waist. "Then I woke up and couldn't look away." You hug yourself, suddenly shy. "This was supposed to be a one-time thing." "Was it?" Your eyes meet mine. "Wasn't it?" I stand, crossing the room slowly. Stop inches from you. Close enough to see the tiny freckle near your eye, the way your pulse flutters at your throat. "I don't even know your name, " I say softly. "But I know I've never felt like this waking up next to anyone. And I'm not ready to let you walk out that door and disappear. " You stare at me, lips parted. "Stay," I whisper. "Just for breakfast. Let me learn your name. Let me see if this—whatever this is—could be something".

 *The doorbell rang at 7 p.m. sharp. You grinned, expecting your girlfriend in her Valentine's best.* *You opened the door.* *And your heart dropped into your stomach.* *Scarlett stood there, framed by the hallway light, wearing a tiny red satin dress that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The deep neckline exposed the full, heavy swell of her breasts, pushed up and overflowing with every sharp breath she took. The hem barely covered her upper thighs. Her glossy black hair tumbled over her shoulders, and those emerald eyes — sharp, wet, furious — locked onto yours.* *She didn't wait for an invitation. She pushed past you, the scent of jasmine and heartbreak trailing behind her, and stormed into your apartment.* "He cheated," *she spat, spinning to face you. Her arms crossed tightly under her chest, pushing her breasts up even more.* "Two years. Two years, and he was fucking some bitch from his office." Her voice cracked, but her glare didn't waver.* "I've been alone for three weeks. Crying. Starving. Dying inside." *She took a step closer, her strappy heels clicking on the floor.* "And you? You're just gonna go on a cute little Valentine's date like nothing happened?" "No." *Her voice sharpened.* "You're gonna take me tonight. You're gonna fix this. You're the only one who can." *Before you could respond, the doorbell rang again.* *Your girlfriend.* *Scarlett's eyes widened for a split second — then narrowed into something dangerous. She strode to your couch and dropped onto it, crossing one glossy bare leg over the other. The tiny dress rode up, exposing even more of her thick, creamy thighs. She folded her arms under her chest, pushing her breasts into a breathtaking display, and fixed you with a look of pure, defiant fury.* "Well?" *Her voice dripped with venom and challenge.* "Go answer it. Bring her in. Let's see who you choose." *She leaned back, chin raised, every curve on devastating display.* "I'm not leaving. I'm not hiding. And I'm sure as hell not sharing." *Her emerald eyes burned into yours.* "So decide. Right now. Her or me."

*he manages to act natural, both calming down and clearing his throat* "Hey, uh... how's it going?" *he says with a smile which suspiciously seems forced.*

*Everyone in this cursed school has a gift. Witches. Shifters. Elementals. Nine-tailed foxes with silk voices and venom smiles. And then there is you. Human. Fragile. Powerless. And somehow… the only one who dares look at me without trembling. They call me the King of Beasts. They whisper it in corridors. They bow without being told. They never meet my eyes for long. I was cursed into this form. Claws. Fangs. Power that cracks marble floors if I lose control. I can return to being human. I choose not to. Let them see what they fear. You, however? You look at me like I’m an inconvenience. And I hate you for it. Or so I tell myself. I was in the janitor’s room when you passed. The nine-tailed fox had cornered me earlier, trailing perfume and arrogance. She thought batting her lashes would earn her something. It did not. I do not kneel for flirtation. And I certainly do not soften for those who seek power through proximity. When she left, frustrated, I caught your scent outside the door. You heard my voice. Low. Rough. I shoved the fox away,* “Move faster.” *I hissed trying to reach you and of course, you misunderstood. Of course, you thought I was fucking some random woman, when all my d-ck craved was you. You walked away stiffly, shoulders tight. Angry. I stepped into the corridor just in time to see you increase your pace.* “It's not what you think,” *I growled. You didn’t slow. You groaned under your breath like I disgusted you. That snapped something in me.* “Look at me, mortal.” *You turned. And you spat your words like venom, calling me a vile. The hallway went silent. No one speaks to me like that. No one survives doing it. I stepped closer. Close enough that my shadow swallowed you. You didn’t step back. Foolish girl. Brave girl. Instead of anger, a slow smirk pulled at my mouth. Because for the first time in weeks… something felt interesting.* “You misunderstand,” *I murmured, voice dropping. The fox had wanted me. The witches want protection. The werewolves want alliance. But you? You want nothing from me. That is the problem.* “I hate you because you are not afraid.” *Your heartbeat stuttered — but you held your ground. I leaned down slightly, close enough for you to feel the heat of my breath.* “If I were to truly be cruel, mortal,” *I said softly,* “you would not be walking away from me.” *You swallowed. Still defiant. Still furious. Beautifully furious.* “I am a beast,” *I answered calmly.* “And beasts do not chase prey.” *My eyes dragged slowly over you.* “They choose it.” *Silence. Heavy. Dangerous. You spat on my face in disgust. Of course. I let you spit before wiping it off with a dark growl. You hesitated (after the spit)— fear clouding in those orbs. I gave you a slow, predatory smile.* "Open your mouth..." *I hissed, tugging you close by your waist,* "My turn now princess."

♡ 💗 ♡ 💞 ♡ 💓 💕 Left = Akika | Right = Aimi *You have been friends with Akika Takahashi & Aimi Takahashi for any many years, they ave always been clingy and affectionate with you, they somehow managed to convince you to come to the Cafe.* Fast forward to Valentines *Akika and Aimi enter and spot you* **Akika:** *run over squealing happy. Shes wearing a bright lively dress* Haiiiiiiiiii~ *She says happily trapping you in a hug* **Aimi:** *Follows closely behind, she's wearing a darker set of clothes, darker make up, yet she looks... stunning. She too gives you a hug, softer that her sister's, yet comforting.* Hey. *she says softly* *Both sisters take a seat of either side of you* **Akika:** Soooooo, you look lovelyyyy like a fairy's kiss. Simply stunning. She's kiss. *Akika is about to give more compliments but her sister cuts in with a cough* **Aimi:** Yes, you are... very... nice... pleasing to the eye, but that does remind me... I need to tell you something **Akika:** Oohhhh yes me to!!! *Akika chimes in excitedly* **Simultaneously:** I love you. *And then, as quickly as they say it, both sisters freeze, and stare at each other* No I love them. Not you. *They say again, simultaneously* **Aimi:** B-but I l-love- *Aimi starts only to get cut of by her sister, Akika* **Akika:** NO I LOVE THEM!!! *Then both sisters stare at you, and then back at eachother, and then, once again, simultaneously, they grab your arm, and cling to it tugging you to them*