how could you be so cruel?

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THIS IS NOT ANGST LIKE THE TITLE IMPLIES. I WOULD NEVER WRITE ANGST ON VALENTINE'S DAY. IT'S JUST A REFERENCE TO JACK STAUBER'S CUPID FOR REASONS THAT YOU WILL SOON SEE

Anyways I'm back again with some more self insert bullshit because it's Valentine's Day!!! My favorite day!!! Including a random picture I took with my amiibo card because I am too emotionally weak to resist.

Fun Fact: I did a speed run on this chapter throughout Splatfest weekend (Team milk chocolate my loves, I'm sorry for writing fanfiction instead of contributing. Forgive me Frye my darling) Take this as my public deed of spreading love today!
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You nearly cursed when the assorted box of chocolates hit the ground. You mumbled in annoyance, picking them back up with your still trembling hands. Trying to reign your worries in only made them worse. You had to take deep breaths as you walked towards the Splatsville lobby.

Luckily, the chocolates hadn't been damaged from the fall. You didn't want to buy another box after taking forever to pick these ones out, which were carefully chosen to be nice, but not too expensive. Just in case they ended up not having a use... Just in case you took too long shopping, just in case it was too late now, just in case you messed everything up-

You bit your tongue, forcing your anxious thoughts to shut up. This didn't need to be any harder than it already was.

When you finally stepped inside the lobby, it was abnormally quiet. Not many people were out today since Splatfest left everyone exhausted. The sound of lobby music, Judd's loud snoring, and the scent of Marigold's cooking were the only things that gave you hope that you hadn't missed your chance.

Still, you wanted to ensure that you weren't alone. Your gut reaction was to check the locker room first. You cautiously crept towards it, peering through the glass doors without triggering them to open.

As expected, all of your friends were there. Arrow was bouncing on the floor excitedly. Hiro and Anemone were talking, positioned on either side of Bow. You took a sharp breath and pressed the chocolates to your chest. For some reason, they were rummaging through your locker.

With a suspicious look, you tried to peek around them, but you couldn't see what they were doing. You hummed skeptically and gazed down on the chocolates. You were alone at the moment, but eventually, someone would walk in and see you standing around like an idiot. You needed to make a move now.

...Does it really have to be now, though? Doing it on Valentine's Day was so cliche. It wasn't like you'd never have another chance, either. A better time would come eventually. You'll just do it later.

No, you won't. You'll just keep lying to yourself, saying that you'll find the perfect moment, but it'll never come along. Because there's no better time than now.

But what if you make yourself look stupid? What if you make Bow uncomfortable? What if you ruin the first friendship you made in Splatsville?

But what if you don't do it, then? You could only imagine yourself regretting it. Wondering what could have been, if only you had the courage, on the chance that they would accept you.

Your doubtful train of thought finally silenced at that. Now that it was silent, nothing was stopping you from marching up to the locker room, besides your racing heartbeat. It wasn't enough, though. The glass doors slid open for you.

"-gonna love it!" Anemone's voice was the first one you heard. She had a hand on Bow's shoulder, seeming to hype them up for something. Hiro grinned as well. "Yeah, don't worry about it."

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