A/N: Written for MamoUsa Week 2018 hosted by mamousaweek on Tumblr. Day Two's prompt was Usagi and Mamoru during a holiday of some sort.

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Usagi tapped her fingers on the table watching the analogue clock that Mamoru still hung over his kitchen table despite the invention of digital everything. He said it was tasteful decoration. The shorter golden hand felt somewhere between the nine and ten pm mark.

She sighed, and let her golden head fall to the table. It was Valentine's Day, and he hadn't even sent her a text message. She knew that he was finishing up his third twenty hour shift that week and he was likely dead on his feet. Being a resident was apparently really hard – even for her super smart boyfriend. She wished she had no expectations, but truth was she did. She needed something from him. Just needed to know that he was thinking of her or missing her. It was supposed to be a special day.

She glanced at the clock again, her chest clenching slightly in fear. He was late. Mamoru was never late – certainly not by forty minutes. And her mind spun with "what ifs". She tried to dismiss the fear as irrational, but part of her never could stop worrying. It was too easy to imagine an exhausted Mamoru hurt in a tragic car accident, or the victim of a random mugging, or worse a new enemy!

The familiar sound of a key twisting in its lock, allowed her to draw breath again as she immediately leapt to her feet. The door swung open revealing an exhausted Mamoru, still dressed in his scrubs. His shoulders slumped and he had deep bags under both eyes, but he gave her a small smile, so tender she couldn't understand how she ever doubted that he wasn't missing her.

The second the door had closed, she seized him in an embrace, which he could not fully return because she had not given him time to put down his briefcase or the mystery gift bag in the other hand that she suddenly didn't much care about, just happy he was safe and in her arms.

"I'm glad you're home," she mumbled into his chest. "I was starting to get worried."

He rested his chin on her shoulder and squeezed her hard, nuzzling his nose into her hair. "I'm sorry I am home late. I thought I would be in trouble if I came home empty handed on Valentine's Day."

Her cheeks reddened in embarrassment at his accurate prediction.

"I never want to make your day feel longer though," she countered.

He pulled back, revealing a smile and dropped his briefcase to the floor in a very un-Mamoru like fashion – void of any care or decorum. And held his gift bag out to her eagerly, no doubt completely aware that she wouldn't want to wait anyway.

She tore away the white tissue paper revealing a flat box wrapped in shiny red paper that looked suspiciously like it contained an assortment of fancy chocolates, but one could never be too sure with Mamoru – he sometimes liked to disguise his presents.

She finished opening it – and revealed the multitude of little brown mounds – some covered in chocolate sprinkles, and others with white or pink swirls. She reached for one – a marble smooth layer of chocolate over a lumpy form suggesting there were nutty treasures to discover under its folds. She had waited all day for such a treat.

"Wait."

"Are you trying to get between me and chocolate, Mamo-chan?!"

He laughed, a sound that rumbled pleasantly through the whole room. "I would never dream of it. I just thought we could savor it."

Her eyes softened. She did have a tendency to tear through an entire box in one sitting and he was lucky to get one or two pieces before she had annihilated the whole population. He had never been able to keep any chocolate in the house since becoming her boyfriend.

"I picked out eighteen different specialty chocolates," he explained. "Some I thought, you would like, others are personal favorites of mine. And I got two of every single one. I thought we could eat the same one at the same time, and share our favorite with one another. You pick one, and we'll both eat it. Then, I'll pick one and we'll both eat it."

"And then discuss differing flavors like a couple of chocolatier scholars?" she accused, an amused smile bursting from her lips.

"If you want," he agreed softly, his eyes glinting with some unspoken promise.

"You pick first," she said holding out the open box of fancy chocolates to him.

His fingers immediately retrieved a heart shaped piece, and she echoed his movements to its pair. And she reached in for its pair.

"You're lucky this is a cute idea," she mumbled around the smooth velvety texture of the candy suddenly invading her senses.

"Why is that?"

"Because this is clearly just a scheme to get me to save half the chocolate for you!"

"I admit to nothing."

She laughed, set the rest of uneaten chocolates aside, and pulled him into a heated kiss. She really shouldn't complain – she liked it when he tasted of dark chocolate. "Happy Valentine's Day, Mamo-chan. I love you."

"Happy Valentine's Day, Usako. I love you too."

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A/N: Hey! I can actually write fluff sometimes! And yes, this is an actual tradition my husband and I have, whenever we splurge on an actual box of chocolates.

I hated my first draft, and I despaired – wondering how anyone can just produce anything of quality in so short a time! (Seriously! I am such a slow writer!) A night of sleep and a second hour of writing fixed it into something I am proud to post. Hope you enjoy it!