Teito's response reminded Sasuke almost painfully of the way Naruto would have reacted--he kept up the scowl and stayed quiet, shoulders locked somewhere near his ears. But the question came from the other one--Lab?--and the conversation was switching from person to person too quickly for him to be able to tell what was sarcasm.

"Valentine's day," he said, in answer to the most recent thing that had been said. He shouldn't be feeling this tense over it--he'd broadcasted his predicament to the entire fucking port; they'd have seen it anyway.

But it still made him squirm. He trained his eyes to the side, away from any of the other three. "My--"

And stopped short.

My what? The word that jumped to the forefront of his mind wasn't in English, and the closest translation his core-enhanced language abilities supplied him with was beloved; somehow, he knew that would come across as hopelessly melodramatic. The word itself, 'koibito', was out as well for the language barrier. 'Lover' implied sex, and a hot flush began to creep up his neck at the thought--definitely out.

Which left one choice. Even though it made him cringe a little and put him in mind of girls doodling hearts on their notebook covers.

"My...boyfriend. He's a romantic," he muttered, finally. "He does a lot for me and I want to give something back."