Put “ᴅᴏ yᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇ yᴇᴛ?” in my ask to see how my muse reacts.
“I do, but I wanna make something special for Yosu…-”
And then she realized just who asked, her face lighting up in bright red.

“U-UM- SHIT- UH- FCUK- BYE-”
Rebecca promptly hid behind the bakery counter. She would never not be nervous around Yosuke, it seemed.