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Stupid Valentine's Day!: Trife

Trophy despises Valentine's Day, seeing it as nothing more than a corporate scam designed to drain people's wallets. He refuses to celebrate it—absolutely won't! His boyfriend, Knife, shares his sentiment... but still couldn't resist buying him a gift anyway.

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Valentine's Day had arrived, and OJ and Paper had gone all out decorating the hotel. The lobby was covered in heart-shaped streamers and cute pink balloons, and a table with a pink tablecloth displayed an array of baked goods Tea Kettle had happily prepared for the occasion. Clover had even put together a sweet little message board—envelopes labeled with everyone's name hung neatly, with a small table beside it stocked with heart-shaped paper, glitter pens, and stickers. The idea was simple: write a kind note, drop it in someone's envelope, and by the end of the day, you'd have a collection of heartfelt messages to read. It was adorable.

And it made Trophy sick.

Stepping downstairs and taking in the overwhelmingly saccharine display, he felt his stomach churn. He hated Valentine's Day. It was nothing more than a corporate scam designed to squeeze money out of idiots who fell for it. This? This was ridiculous. Gross. He grumbled under his breath, locking eyes with OJ, who gave him a small wave. OJ had figured not everyone would be into the whole Valentine's thing, but that wasn't going to stop him from trying to lift the hotel's spirits.

"You're up early! Sorry about the mess, we're still setting everything up," OJ said cheerfully as Trophy made his way down the stairs and toward the kitchen. He didn't respond—didn't care. He just wanted to make a cup of tea and get out of there.

Paper gently grabbed OJ's arm, shaking his head. "I don't think it's a good idea..." he muttered, warning him not to push.

OJ waved him off. "It's fine." He turned back to Trophy, curiosity getting the better of him. "So... since you, uh, have a boyfriend this year, are you actually gonna celebrate?" Every other year, Trophy had been single—OJ figured maybe that was the reason for his usual disdain.

Trophy scoffed. "What are you, gay? No." He grabbed a mug, threw a teabag inside, and flicked the kettle on.

OJ hesitated. "Oh—uh... well, you didn't get anything for Knife? Not even something small?"

"No."

Trophy hated that everyone knew about his relationship. But that's what happens when your idiotic boyfriend tells someone like Suitcase—who, of course, is best friends with Balloon! And Balloon? He hangs out with Salt and Pepper! Those girls couldn't keep a secret if their lives depended on it. Now everybody knew, and it was infuriating.

"Piss off," he muttered as the kettle clicked off. He poured the hot water into his mug, grabbed it, and pushed past OJ without so much as a glance back. He wasn't in the mood. Besides, Knife didn't celebrate Valentine's Day either. Why would Trophy get him something? It's not like Knife got him anything.

Trophy stomped back up the stairs, heading straight to Knife's room—their room now. He had moved in a few weeks after they started dating, which was way better than sharing with Tissues. Opening the door, he stepped inside to find Knife just waking up, stretching his arms lazily.

"You do not want to go downstairs," Trophy warned, taking a sip of his tea.

Knife chuckled, stretching his arms. "Can't be that bad." He stood up, flashing Trophy a small smirk. "I'm gonna go make a coffee."

Trophy just huffed as Knife slipped out of the room.

He knew how much Trophy despised this holiday—understandably so—but Knife couldn't help himself. He had to get him something, even if it was just a little gift. This was his first relationship, his first real reason to celebrate Valentine's Day. They didn't need to do anything special, but... why not use it as an excuse to get Trophy a present? Sure, Trophy would probably scowl, call him an idiot, and insist it was a waste of money—but it would totally be worth it.