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Friday, 7th of February, 04:12 PM. Class 1-A Dormitory, Mikumo's Dorm.

Yuu was on the verge of tears as she stared at the laptop screen. She couldn't believe her eyes.

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Sorry, let me reiterate — Yuu was on the verge of tears from laughter as she stared at the laptop screen, holding in her wheezes as she scrolled through Mikumo's open tabs.

And Mikumo himself hovered over the dying girl, face flushed from embarrassment. He was really regretting letting her go on his laptop to help with further research.

Yuu gasped for air as she quietly cackled, body shaking with laughter. "Oh, my goodness- hah! Mikumo you're- you're such a freaking grandpa-! HA!"

"I am not a grandpa." He groaned.

"Yes, you are-!" She rasped out between fits of snickers.

"No, I am not. All of my history is clearly for educational purposes, and education purposes alone."

"Y-yeah, sure Grandpa!"

"I am not a grandpa!"

This set Yuu off even more, leaving her to be giggling and cracking up for a good eleven minutes straight, before she finally calmed down, wiping the tears out of her eyes and catching her breath.

"O-okay, w-we should start now..!" She chuckled, cheeks hurting from how much she was smiling.

"Finally." Mikumo scoffed lightly, watching as she clicked the search bar on the page. "What should we search? I've already covered most topics,"

"Mochi stores near me?"

"To do with Valentine's Day, preferably."

"Oh. Uhm... gift ideas for Valentine's?"

"Give it a go."

She quickly typed in the prompt, before reading the results aloud. "Let's see... jewellery with messages engraved in them?"

"No, Katsuki thinks most jewellery is tacky."

"An acrylic sign saying 'to my girl'?"

Mikumo turned to Yuu, with a look that basically asked her if she was kidding.

"Okay, never mind." She quickly shut down. "How about matching couples t-shirts?"

"You wouldn't even be able to see the print from underneath his cardigan."

"Alright, what about a cute little stuffed toy?"

"Katsuki hates those kind of things, surprisingly. He says they throw off the vibe of his room, whatever that means."

"Damn, picky. What about a keychain?"

"First of all, same reason as before. And second of all, that sucks."

"Hey, don't shoot the messenger!"

After what felt like hours, but was really just twenty-three minutes went by, both Yuu and Mikumo were at a loss for ideas.

"Ughhh... why is that boy so picky..?" Yuu groaned as she scrolled down the waring laptop page.

"Don't ask me..." He said tiredly, leaning on the chair Yuu was sitting on for support. "I hate the internet..."

"Me too..."

"You know what? I'll just go to the mall tomorrow and see if they have anything good..."

"That's probably the best option..."

And so, it was settled.

The internet sucked.