#quad poly

mini flags #34 f2u with or without credit!

"I did date Erica, but it was only for a week."

There's a long, awkward pause in the MC's bedroom. S's mind comes to a halt as they stare blankly at the baker, their lips parting and their left eye twitching slightly. They don't notice M gently sliding an arm around their waist, and the way the MC cringes visibly. "Erica," S echoed.

"It was barely a week. We both decided to terminate things," B swiftly adds. The assassin almost laughs—not angry, just somewhat irritated, but not as much as they could have been. S scratches the side of their jaw and snorts, shaking their head and gazing down. "You must've fallen from grace to be with her of all people."

"You're not... upset?" B questions gently, reaching out and grasping the assassins free hand in their own in a tender gesture. S kept their head angled away, their face darkening with color as they pursed their lips.

"Darlin', it was ages ago, and besides... now I get why Erica especially likes to irritate you."

"Oh, she's the bane of my existence—"

Referring to this ask here! HAPPY VALENTINES DAY 💕

"Oh, how I miss the warmth you provided in bed when I had the honor of lying beside you!" S exclaimed with a wicked laugh, glancing between their partner's face and one of the many letters stacked upon the table, each filled with various treats. The assassin leaned forward, raising his eyebrows teasingly at B, who blushed furiously. "Well, that's quite something, darling. I've never heard that one before."

"Oh, stop it. They're just being dramatic," B responded, leaning against Ms' chest and nonchalantly sipping champagne supplied by one of their former loves. S rolled their eyes before picking up another letter, muttering as they sorted through the pile. "So many letters, and the majority of them are in cursive! Who knew you were fond of upper-class people, eh?" Without even looking, the assassin could tell that B was wearing a fake pout.

Amidst the letters, S's eyes lit up upon finding one with particularly enticing words. "I crave your taste!" they exclaimed joyfully, sending all three of their partners a look of pure joy and disbelief. Only two mirrored their expression. The assassin took great delight in B's horror as they shrieked in protest. "Who sent that?! Burn it!"

"No—hold on! They sent the premium chocolate!" The MC interjected, scrambling to grab the letter.

"I'm definitely framing this," S declared.

Referring to this ask here.

M looked at the cake handed to them and their partners for an extended period of time, their expressions blank. What they observed on the cake was a vivid and obscene picture of a lady holding a phallic-shaped object with pride. S was yelling next to them, and the MC was totally dumbfounded. M, on the other hand, was more intrigued than anything. They reached out and grabbed the sides of the cake, gradually turning it toward B as they spoke. "Is this... an invitation?" M could see B's face pale several shades before rapidly turning as red as a rose.

"Oh, for the love of the goddesses—no! It's not the right cake! Another one is out there—" B scrambles to grab the cake on the countertop, but S is already reaching over to pull it from their grasp. "It's perfect! Oh, let me see that—!" There's a bit of a tug-of-war before M decides they don't want to spend the next few minutes listening them argue. They exchange glances with the MC, who returns the gesture. Taking it as a sign, M approaches and grabs the cheeky cake, keeping it out of everyone's reach. They give a nod. "Make another. This one is kept. I'm going to eat this…now.”