Kōichi woke to the sound of a bird chirping nearby.

Very nearby.

As in, if he opened his eyes there may or may not be a bird in a cage sitting on his desk across from his futon.

He blinked at the cheeping bird, then again, trying to make sure he wasn't dreaming. He pinched himself for good measure, only to find that the bird was, indeed, real.

He sat up and dragged himself out of bed; it was freezing this time of year, and as of now it was only – he glanced at the thermometer on his window sill – six degrees Celsius. He grimaced and shoved his feet into his slippers before taking the few steps to the bird cage.

Inside was a lovebird of some sort; it was green all over with black underneath its wings and on the tip of its tail. It chirped questioningly at him and he smiled and opened the door to its cage and offered his hand.

It was when the bird climbed onto his fingers that he noticed a tiny note tied to its leg. He put the bird on top of its cage and untied the note, before placing the bird on his shoulder and sitting on his desk chair.

When he unfolded the note, he couldn't help the smile and blush that spread over his face. It read;

I bought you a lovebird, but I could not for the life of me compose a song for you. So I may have ripped a poem for you instead.

I know its cliché, but it's Valentine's Day:

Be my Valentine, for I

Each day have thought of you.

My whole life couldn't manage what

Your ready smile can do,

Vanquishing my loneliness

As though all light were new.

Let me be your Valentine

Even as you're mine,

Needing what I have to give

That each might each define

In friendship and in harmony,

Now you, now I the melody,

Each helping each to shine.


A few train stops away, Kōji awoke as was normal. Which is to say that he sluggishly noted that it was morning and forced himself out of his bed and into a semi-zombie-like state of being which somewhat resembled being awake.

He went about his morning ablutions, ambled downstairs, had breakfast and wandered outside to get the mail before he left the house for the day to escape the lovey-dovey-ness of his parents.

When he brought the mail back he noted that there was one for him, hand delivered since there was no address, and he went back up to his room to read it. He smiled as he read the contents, and suddenly knew exactly who he was going to be spending the day with.

Unlike you, I'm not a walking maestro, so I know you won't be expecting a song from me. In fact, I'm not even very good at writing poetry, so I found this when I was flipping through a book.

I thought it fit me and you perfectly.

I wish you were my Valentine
Though I may not be yours,
And I may, in my ignorance,
Be speaking to closed doors.

I have no inkling of your heart,
No hint what you might say;
But when I think of you the sun
Will just not go away.

There is in you a loveliness
That makes my darkness shine,
And so I'll wait, if wait I must,
To be your Valentine.

Happy Valentine's Day, Kōji.

Be mine?

Kōji smiled and threw the letter on his desk as he grabbed a winter jacket. It didn't even have a name on it, but he knew who it was from.

He left a note so his parents knew they had the house to themselves – he shuddered at the thought – and was on the train so fast that he had to wonder if Kōichi was even awake yet.

He didn't care; if he was, good. If he wasn't, he'd wake him with a kiss and the bird he'd bought him.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he reminded himself that he had school today, but he didn't care all that much. What was one day of school missed in the grand scheme of things?

Especially the grand scheme of Kōichi and him.


A/N: I actually went and looked up a weather forecast for Valentine's Day in Tokyo. It's cold there; I don't know how you Northern Hemisphere people survive! The max temperature for the day was seven. SEVEN! We have trouble moving when the mercury lands below twenty, let alone seven.

It has been cold lately though. And wet. Global warming my arse...

Anyway, happy Valentine's Day, kids! Have fun with your whoever (be they real or fictional).

P.S. Kōji's poem to Kōichi was dug up here: http:/ lovepoemsforhim- fromtheheart. com/ be-my-valentine-for-i

Kōichi's poem to Kōji was found here: http:/ lovepoemsforhim- fromtheheart. com/ i-wish-you-were-my-valentine

Just remove the spaces and PRESTO! Valentine's Day mushy-ness.