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Read INTRO first! Link is in description along with all the others in the Valentine Day One-Shot group! *Hides*
This one, however, was not for a monster, but a human named Frisk that you had a crush on.
You sly little rat you. Even if you were caught for giving gifts to all the monsters, no one would suspect you giving something to the kindest human of all, and let's face it, they were probably going to be given more gifts anyways, and yours was just going to be another useless poem tossed in the trash.
Yes, you were writing a poem.
You felt as if it would have more meaning than a love letter or a crappy homemade gift, or a store bought gift. Of course, that's not all you bought them. You got them the classic chocolate and rose, because what kind of person would you be if you didn’t give your crush chocolate and roses on Valentine's day?
Putting your finishing touches on your poem, checking it over one last time, and checking your penmanship verses what was written on the note.
You had learned cursive just for this day; and, you had written the poem down on your letter so many times that you had lost count after twenty. You had to make sure it couldn’t be traced back to you.
If it was, and they wanted to find who wrote the crappy love poem, there was no way you were going to be caught.
Putting your pin down, you folded up the poem delicately and placed it in a pink envelope, folding the flap down.
Dramatic, yes, but that was the point.
And even with as many precautions as you took, there was a side of you that actually wanted Frisk to know that it was you that wrote the love letter, but, you knew the chance was very slim.
For Pete's’ sake you were even wearing gloves!
You put a heart sticker on the envelope sealing it shut and set it with your bag of goodies. You were going in school early just to make sure no one caught you planting the chocolate everywhere.
Yawning, you took your gloves off and tossed them into the garbage can, and headed off for bed. You had four hours of sleep that you would receive, and you set at least five alarms earlier.
You didn’t want to wake up late.
~~~~~~~~~~~
You slept in till your last alarm, and you woke up twenty minutes later than you had wished to.
So, there you were, rushing around trying to get dressed and gathering all of your things, and by the time you were at school, you were ten minutes later than you would have liked.
But that was alright. You had planted the letter at their desk, and you were putting the monster’s gifts in their places.
Finally finishing, you exited the room, to run smack dab into your teacher. She hadn’t told the class her last name, insisting to be called by her first.
“Oh! Sorry Ms. Toriel! I wasn’t watching where I was going.” You said, rubbing the back of your neck.
“That's alright, but do be careful (y/n).” She said letting you through.
After you passed her, you sighed with relief. You were successful in your mission for the most part, but it could have been worse.
Going into the cafeteria where you wait for school to start, it wasn’t crowded quite yet.
You took your seat at your table, and chatted with your friends until the morning bell sounded.
But none the less, you were terrified.
It was time to go to class.
Walking down the corridor with you bag, you went to your locker first.
You put in your combo and opened it.
A note fluttered out.
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you picked up the paper to find that yes, it indeed was a note, and it was for you.
You put the note in your pocket. Even though you were curious, you didn’t plan on being late for class again. Long story.
You took a few books out before plopping your bag down on the folder stack that was present in your locker. Ah, you’d worry about those when the time came. You took your reading book and your notebook out of your bookbag, and shut your locker.
Locking it, you looked at the clock on the wall. You had two minutes to hurry to class. Plenty of time to read the note once you got into the classroom.
Hurrying down the hallway, finally you entered your classroom, taking your seat near the middle of the room.
“Yo… Why is it chocolate?” You hear a voice near the back of the room ask.
“Wha… I got one too!” Another voice sounds.
“Why do I have a heart?”
“What are these for?”
You try not to snicker, but find it impossible, so your use your hand to cover your mouth to muffle the sound.
Deciding that it was time to see what the note said, you take it out of your pocket and examin it closely.
It was a cream color letter that had hearts on it.
Definitely a love letter.
Before opening it, you think of the possibilities of someone putting it in the wrong locker, because the people around your locker were very well liked. It could have been for them.
You turn it to the front and see ‘To: (y/n)’.
Definitely for you.
You blush slightly and look side to side before focusing your gaze back on the letter. You open it.
There was a pretty sketch of what seemed to be a landscape view of a mountain, and a pretty poem.
The poem was fantastic, making your heart leap each time your eyes skimmed the words, your mind raced when the beauty of your (e/c) eyes were explained in great detail, as if whoever had written the poem had stared at you hours and hours on end.
But most of all, one verse made you feel truly happy and hopeful.
‘... I’d save your life even if it meant losing mine…’
Someone wants to protects you.
A sad smile appears on your face, and your eyes water slightly. You use the sleeve of your shirt to stop any tears from forming and rolling down your face.
“Yo, dude, did you get something too?” A voice sounds from beside you and you look over to the owner of it. It was MK.
“Y-Ya.” You said with a slight stutter and your cheeks heating up, which was very rare of you.
“Why would anyone give us all this stuff?” He wondered aloud.
Not fully thinking, you give him an answer. “Because it Valentine’s Day.” Your eyes snapped widely open.
You spend all night last night finishing a love poem for your crush for Valentine’s Day, and you weren’t even paying attention to see their reaction to reading? What was wrong with you?
You let out a pitiful groan.
What were you thinking?
“Dude… what's Valentine's Day?”
And now you were stuck explaining what Valentine’s Day was. You just hoped no one asked the origin, because even you didn’t know.
“Uh… well…” A few other monsters gathered around to listen. “I-it’s a holiday a-about love.” You cleared your throat. Now you wished that you were the one who was explaining Christmas’ origin. “M.. Most people use it to confess to their crushes, or if you're already dating someone, you spend most of the day with them and stuff.”
Seeing their confused expressions, you swallowed. “Like, normally, when people give you stuff on it, t-that means they like you.” You looks down a little. “A lot of, uh, people they give out like… love letters and stuff…”
You knew your face was scorching by now. “And there’s lots of chocolates and flowers and…. and….”
You were about to die of embarrassment.
“Hey guys.”
No. This couldn’t actually be getting worse right now.
You couldn’t take this. You cover your face with you hands and tilt your head down.
“Yo! Are you here to hear about Valentine’s Day?” MK asks.
“O-Oh… I already know about it.” They say.
“Really? Because yo… it's really confusing and complicated…”
“Do you want me to try to explain it?” Frisk says with their soft voice. The one that you wrote about in great detail in your poem.
And you knew that they were asking you. You could feel their gaze on you. “G-Go for it!”
Frisk was silent for a moment, most likely thinking of how to explain it to the monsters.
“Well… I guess the simple definition of it is where you show others how much you care about them.” They stated quietly.
“Oh… but what about all of this stuff?” One of them held up a card and a box of chocolate.
A small pause. “Most people show how much they care by giving each other gifts.”
By now, you had calmed down slightly, and brought you head up. You also added to the explanation slightly, “Or doing things out of the ordinary.”
“Oh…” MK looked at the chocolate bar. “Yo... someone cares about me?”
You and Frisk nodded.
“Sweet!” MK smiled, and finally, after a few more questions, the group of monsters were gone.
You sighed in slight relief, but then remember than your crush is standing right new to you, and your face became slightly red once more. “T-thanks for the help.”
“No problem.” They said quietly, and when you peeked over at them, you saw their face was red as well.
Without thinking you asked a question, “Did you get anything?”
It seemed to take them off guard. “What do you mean?”
You cleared your throat as your blush became deeper and deeper until you were pretty sure that you looked like a tomato. “Did you get any gifts or anything?”
“Oh, uh, ya.” They said, their voice cracking slightly. “H-how about you?”
You nodded. “Ya… What did you get?”
“A rose and some chocolate… and a letter.” They looked almost as embarrassed as you felt. “H-how about you?”
“O-oh, I got a letter too.” You answered, willing your voice not to crack.
You were both silent for a moment, and you were about to walk away, but what you heard mumbling beside you that stopped you in your tracks.
“What did you think of it?” They sounded awkward.
“Oh… uh, it was pretty good.” You said. “What did you think of yours?” Your voice was starting to become slightly pitchy.
“I… liked it…”
“Everyone settle down, it's time for class to start. Go to your seats please.” Your teacher finally stopped all of the chatting. “I know this all must be exciting, but I can not put off this lesson for another day.”
You slouched down in your seat once Frisk left to go to theirs.
Did you actually stutter like fifteen times? Why did you ask about your letter? They probably knew for sure that it was you that put it at their desk!
You sigh as Mrs. Toriel starts her lesson. It was going to be a long day.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was lunch time, and all of your friends were chatting it up at your table while you pouted, not adding to the conversations.
“(y/n) what's got you being so quiet?” (friends/n) asked you.
You let out a high pitched sound. “Nothing i-important!”
He/She gives you a deadpan look. “ Nothing important? You expect me to believe that? Your voice went high and you stuttered.”
You sigh. “I made a fool of myself in first hour.”
“Oh ya! How did the monsters react? I wish I had history first hour…” He/she mumbled the last part.
“Ugh! It was terrible! They all asked me what Valentine’s Day was and I responded like an idiot! And then, to make it worse, Frisk came over and explained it in two sentences!” You let out a noise that sounded like a dying animal. “And you know how I was up all night perfecting gifts, I almost gave it away!”
“Dang… Frisk didn’t say anything to show that they knew, did they?” He/she questioned you.
“No… we were both stuttering like idiots.” You grumbled. “Oh, and did I tell you? I got something too.” You took the letter out of your back pocket.
“Ooooh! You got loooove letter!” He/she swooned, his/her taunting voice made you blush.
“Ya… I can’t believe it! I never get anything for Valentine’s day!” You tell him/her. “And… it was really sweet…”
“Can I read it?” He/she asked you.
“No!” You coughed. “I mean... “
“It’s fine. It’s yours, am I right?” (friend/n) asks.
“I just… I didn’t expect it, and then the monsters asked about what all the gifts and cards meant, and I became a wreck!” You exclaimed.
“Dang, you're normally so well composed…”
“I knoooow! And Frisk is in my next class and ugh!” You put your head facedown on the table. “I don’t know what to do.”
“I know what I’ll do if you don’t finish your chocolate before lunch is over.”
You then proceeded with lunch as normal.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Science. The bane of your existence.
Now, you were actually pretty good at science. You had an A in the class, but, last week, your teacher had assigned lab partners, and yours was going to ruin your day.
Frisk was your lab partner. Today just wasn’t going your way.
Placing your books under the table, you took your seat. At least they weren’t here yet.
But you knew it wouldn’t be long until they walked through the door. You took this moment of time to reread the poem in the letter you received.
‘... I’d save your life even if it meant losing mine…’
That verse was still stuck in your mind. Putting the letter back into one of your pockets, you waited for Frisk to enter the room.
Finally, after two minutes, they showed up and took their seat, sitting down with a, “Hey.”
“Hey.” You say, giving them a timid smile. “D-Do you know what we’re going today?” Curse that goshdarn stutter!
“Oh, uh, no. I didn’t have time to check the lesson plans last night.” Was their response. “I’m guessing you don’t know either…?” That voice. You were trying your hardest not to faint at the sound of it.
“No, I was busy last night.” You could feel your checks already becoming pink, and you’d barely said three sentences.
“Oh.”
You guys were silent, and finally, the teacher passed out the procedure and told the class to begin.
Reading over the title of the experiment, you were excited. The chemicals in front of you were actually for mixing!
“We need to measure out fifty milliliters of hydrogen peroxide in the big graduated cylinder…” Frisk said after reading the first step.
You let Frisk measure it, because you didn’t trust yourself to measure the correct amount and didn't feel like using a pipet to take out the extra.
Soon they were done.
You put on your science goggles and read aloud, “‘Add to the large graduated cylinder two drops of dish soap, and a squirt of food dye…’ Sounds easy enough...”
Out of the corner of your eyes, you see Frisk nod.
“What color should we add in?” You were proud of yourself for not stuttering again.
“Um… how about blue? It should show up better than yellow and green.” Frisk said. You didn’t question what was wrong with the color red, and added in two drops of food dye and dish soap.
You take a step back so that Frisk could do the next step.
“It says add in some potassium iodide… but it doesn’t give a measurement...:” Frisk says in confusion. You read over the step.
“You’re right… then how much should we add?”
“Well… since we have so much peroxide, we have to have a decent amount of the potassium, right?” They ask.
You nod, “I think so…”
Frisk grabs the bottle of the potassium iodide, and pours some into it.
You both take a startled step back when foam rises out of the cylinder creating a mess.
You stare at the cylinder with wide eyes. “Did we mess up?”
Your eyes gaze over at the teacher who had taken a quick glance and then looked away.
“... I don’t think we did…” They say eyeing the teacher. “If we did, wouldn’t she be running over here?”
“... You're probably right.” You told them.
It took the two of you five minutes to clean up all of the foam, and five minutes to clean up the graduated cylinder and table.
Finally, you both sat down.
“Well that was fun.” You try to start a conversation, but the only response you receive is a nod.
You look down, feeling oddly guilty.
You didn’t say anything for the rest of the class, instead choosing to doodle and write in your notebook.
You wrote and drew for around seven minutes until you noticed Frisk looking over your shoulder.
You choose to ignore it, not wanting to start another awkward conversation like in History.
But then, an idea hit you.
You could write in cursive, and see if they catch on.
But did you really want too? You weren’t too sure.
So, you drew a drawing of a rose, and then added in cursive, ‘Every rose has its thorns’, and decided to leave it at that.
The bell rang. Class was over, and so was school. Thank god.
You exited the room swiftly, choosing to go to the bathroom before hitting up your locker.
After using the restroom and washing your hands, you went to your locker.
Opening it, something fell out.
Another note.
You look side to side to see if anyone saw, but not that many people seemed to be around, so you opened it.
It just seemed to be a note. Nothing too special on the outside.
When you opened it, there was another sketch and a tiny bit of writing.
But the sketch was of you and seemed to be by the person who made the last note.
You blushed. You seemed to be doing a lot of that today.
Deciding that you wanted to get the lovey dovey stuff out of the way, you read the writing.
‘...so the letter was from you, and yours from me….’
And signed at the bottom of the paper?
The person who you never expected.
Frisk.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You didn’t want to go home without seeing your letter writing person themselves, but you had no luck.
Until you got to the parking lot that is.
There, you saw that person hurriedly trying to keep a box of chocolate from falling off the front window of your car.
Frisk.
Slowly walking over, somehow getting to your car without them noticing you, you clear your throat, startling them.
“O-Oh… uh… hi…” They said, becoming red in the face.
“H-Hey… W-what are you doing?” you asked, blushing madly. Frisk looked down at the heart shaped box of chocolate they had in their hands, then at you.
“Ah… I’m… Just… Well, I…” The stuttered a bit, then became bold with their word choice. “You’re so cute it's distracting!”
You both froze.
“Did… Did you just call me... cute?” You asked unsure. They nodded and looked at their shoes as if they were the most interesting thing in the world. “Well…” You paused before saying, “I-If I’m cute and your pretty, we’d be pretty cute.” You hid your face.
“Um…. by any chance do you… maybe wanna go out?” They ask quietly.
“S-sure…” You say, blushing like a maniac.
“Are you b-busy at six?” They ask you.
“N-No.” You look up.
“Would y-you like to go out then?” They question quickly.
“S-sure… it's a… date.”