7:02 PM / 02 . 15 . 110 / dorothea's place
Holidays had never truly been something he paid much attention to. On the off chance he ever found a need to care, it became part of an act. Beautiful, carefree yet false smiles thrown around to distract a target on a date were the norm for a while. Valentine's Day was always a great excuse for that in his experience. Hell, he didn't have a genuine romantic bone in his body if he was entirely honest.
Genuine was always a different story.
But no, this was now about him making an active effort.
Dorothea had always deserved better than anyone's worst, but especially his own. So he'd decided on the day after Valentine's Day, just to avoid the crowds and onlookers. They didn't need a special day as an excuse, no one ever did but they always had one anyway. It would come off as disingenuous that way.
Even still, he'd been sure to dress up. The leather pants might have been a bit extra, but the partially opened collar of a white dress shirt had never looked better paired with anything else. His sleeves were rolled up, scars covered with concealer and his typical makeup as good as it ever was.
A bouquet of flowers in hand, he knocked three times and waited. Gods, why was he nervous?
The moment the door opened, Yuri had never been more quickly reminded why. Beautiful as ever. "Hey. I knew there'd be crowds of people constantly knocking at your door asking to be your valentine on the actual day, so I figured I'd wait my turn to ask. Think I've got a chance?"