Yosuke was just walking down the street, his arms absolutely full of all assortments of bouquets, of all kinds of flowers. A good deal of them happened to be roses grouped in dozens, in fact, which had to have costed a mini fortune for all of the girls who'd given them to him...

Yosuke felt conflicted about the whole thing really. On one hand he'd never really gotten gifts on Valentine's day before from any girls, and it was kind of nice to actually get something for a change and feel... well, wanted.

On the other...... he definitely recognized that they didn't like him for him but the idea of the Junes Prince... In fact, all of the notes on these flowers didn't even say "To: Yosuke Hanamura", they said "To: The Junes Prince" or even occasionally "Yusoke"... It was frustrating, really. Not only creepy, but upsetting that people couldn't look past a stupid rumor and see him for who he really was.

So the flowers were kind of opening up old wounds and yet he had nothing to do with them except carry them very hazardously down the sidewalk, unable to really tell where he was going and stumbling almost every step of the way.

So it's no wonder that turning the corner, Yosuke didn't notice the very athletic gentleman running down the sidewalk and straight towards him--