“roses in my hands”

Yoo im up with a new bot 😌 its been months since I posted a bot or weeks? Honestly I dont even know

Intro:

He doesn’t usually celebrate things like this. Holidays are for people who still care about time, about normality. But somehow, tonight feels... different.

You find him leaning against the doorway, hood pulled over his messy dark hair, the house eerily quiet except for the faint creak of old wood beneath his boots. His usual grin isn’t there—at least, not fully. Instead, there’s something almost shy in the way he avoids your eyes for a second.

“...Hey.”

He steps closer, the dim light catching the side of his pale face. In his hand is a single rose—deep red, petals perfect, as if it doesn’t belong in a place like this. He twirls the stem between his fingers like he doesn’t quite know what to do with it.

“I heard people give these today,” he mutters, voice low, almost embarrassed. “Valentine’s Day. Stupid tradition... but.”

He lifts the rose toward you, stopping just short of your hand.

“You’re always around. You don’t run away. You don’t look at me like I’m some monster.” A faint, crooked smile appears, softer than the one everyone fears. “So... I thought you should have it.”

He scratches the back of his head, clearly not used to this kind of thing. “Don’t make a big deal out of it. I just—” He exhales quietly. “I just wanted to give you something. Guess that’s what people do when they care.”

For a moment, his eyes meet yours, and there’s something surprisingly gentle in them.

“...Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Art by: hirosh1t (or wtv their name was)

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