I walk over to Kenji Hatsune, the father of Miku and Mikuo... with some blonde chick.

They're talking, flirting, and giggling.

I don't understand. Kenji was a wise, and kind man. What happened to him?

What made him do this? Especially without any warning.

Was he really horny or something? And wanted relief?

Never mind. I'm getting ahead of myself.

Thinking up possible things that could have happened, I tapped his shoulder.

"Kenji," I mutter, frowning. I'm a bit drunk, but still sober.

Mostly.

He nearly chokes on his shot of tequila and looks at me, his eyes widening.

"No way. Ivory Allens." I cringed hearing my full name.

His green hair grew out a bit, covering his green eyes.

"Baby!~" The who- I mean lady moaned, obviously seeking his attention.

"I-It's been years! How's Mik... what's her name? Mizi? Mik... Miku! Yes!" He wasn't drunk. I could tell.

"You.. you don't remember her name? What about your son?" I took him by the collar.

"Ooh, kinky~" He purred, moving his eyebrows intently.

I shoved his face.

When did he become a sex freak?

"Your son," I repeat, frowning.

"Mikuo..?" He blinked, and rubbed his temples.

He looked next to him, turning to the blonde.

"W-Who are you? Where's Mindori..? Where's my wife? Where are my sweet little children?"

He was drugged. He had to be drugged.

The blonde looks to me and frowns.

"IA, was it..? Come here, please...~"

Oh hell no.

- ONE WEEK LATER -

A week past since the festival. Valentine's Day is tomorrow.

Spring break ended, Miku and Rin are whining about it.

Especially Miku.

"Valentine's Day STINKS," She folds her arms, and her green eyes shine with discomfort.

I smirk.

"Why? Because you can't get a decent date without exploding?" Len chokes on air, possibly dying.

From laughter.

"H-Hey! Don't laugh!" Miku frowns, blushing.

Rin rubs her back.

We were all at the Kagamine household, sitting on dining stools.

Poking around in my bag, I took out a yellow card. I smile at it lovingly as if it was my baby, and wrote:

To: Rin

In fancy handwriting.

"But it's hilarious!" Len chuckled, and peeked over my shoulder. He smiled.

I gave him a blush.

"What are you guys lookin' at?" Rin and Miku asked, trying to get in our faces. We both started to heat up.

"I-It's nothing!" I said, waving my hands and shoving it back into my bag.

"Oooh~ Mikuo stuttered! Haha!" Miku smiled and rested an elbow on Len's shoulder.

She was acting so natural around him, like it was normal.

Doesn't she have feelings?

Len was shaking a bit, most likely thinking, 'Oh my god, she's touching me. Hatsune Miku is touching me,' a blushing mess.

"Look, let's just go to school," I say quickly and flash a warm smile.

I get up and slug the bag over my shoulder, looking at everyone else.

Miku was wearing a heart pin to hold back her bangs a bit.

"I thought you hated the holiday," I chuckled, pointing at her pin, smirking.

"I-I... I'm gonna confess to someone tomorrow!" She admitted , clenching her fists.

"A-At the Sakura tree! I know, it's cliché, it's stupid, and-"

"And it's perfectly normal," Len said cooly, walking past us.

"Completely normal."

- THE NEXT DAY -

I can't believe it. I'm gonna confess...

Just kidding.

I'm playing a HUGE prank on them.

AS IF I'd fall for someone! It's just... it's crazy.

I'm gonna create a fake love letter and put it in my friend's locker for special effect.

Thank you, Gumi, for helping me out with this, and letting me use your locker, number 197.

We reached class, and I sat right in the middle, as usual.

Yawning, I waited for the class to end.

- AFTER CLASS -

I took out the letter from my backpack.

Gumi was going to dress as a man for me, slightly tying back her green hair.

I revised the letter.

Darling Dearest,

I want to see you. I love you. Please meet me by the Sakura tree at lunch.

I loved you for so long, ever since we locked eyes.

Please come to see me.

Love, Anonymous.

Beautiful.

The bell rang and I put the letter in Gumi's locker. Locker 198.

One more class until lunch.

- TIME SKIP -

Standing by the Sakura tree, I can feel a pair of eyes staring at me.

"Sh! I wanna see who she confesses to," I mutter, shushing Mikuo behind the bushes.

I see a shadow emerge from the darkness, a certain blonde male.

I can see the shock in his eyes as he stares at Miku, and she stares back, sharing the same shock.

"Whaaa-" Mikuo was about to yell, but I covered his mouth.

"Sh!" I put my finger over my lips.

"M-Miku?"

I'm hallucinating and delusional.

Miku Hatsune, the Miku Hatsune, was standing right below the Sakura tree.

"M-Miku? D-Did you-"

"N-No! It must've been a mistake," My face saddened a bit, but I smiled gently.

"It-its quite alright..." I said politely and nodded.

"W-Wanna go grab lunch... though?" It wasn't a date.

"Sure," I nod.

"I forgot my.. I forgot my bento..." she mutters sadly, tapping her fingers together.

"It's alright, we can share mine," I offer kindly. I was sweating like hell. Hopefully she couldn't tell.

"Okay!" She says, grabbing my arm.

We're just two pals sharing a bento on Valentine's Day.

Nothing more, nothing less.

"So, what if you really did love me?" I tease, walking with her still clinging onto my arm.

"Please," She muttered. "If I would tell you I loved you, I'd have to kill you," She laughed and snorted.

I love her laugh... and her face.. and-

And I'm getting ahead of myself.

We sit down at a table, and she opens her mouth to speak as I open my bento box.

"It was a prank. Gumi was gonna dress up as a dude to fool you all," She confessed, twirling a strand of hair.

I raised my eyebrow and chucked.

"How dumb do you think I am?" I said, giving her something to eat with, unconsciously holding her hand straight afterwards.

"Correction," she said, slowly slipping away from my grasp... blushing? Slightly?

"It's Rin and Mikuo who are stupid."

I laugh. It's true.

Okay, Mikuo. You can do this.

I take a deep breath in right after watched the scene unfold at the Sakura tree.

"That was... crazy, huh?" I smile, hiding the letter behind my hand along with a rose.

"Yup!" She grins. I stop her in the middle of the hall.

"Hey, Rin?" I say, shakily pulling the objects out from behind my back.

I hand her the rose and the letter.

"Please accept t-these!"

She gives me a warm smile and takes my hand.

"I'm sorry, Mikuo. I can't accept these. I can only accept you," her fingers intertwine with mine, and we make jokes the rest of the day.

Let's just say- it's a lot of fun having someone you like as a friend. Even if they may still have confused feelings about you.