Athena woke up that morning with a burst of energy that could have powered an entire city. Her tail whipped back and forth like a metronome gone rogue, her ears perked, and her nose twitched at the faint scent of something sweet lingering in the kitchen. Valentine’s Day. She didn’t understand all the human fuss about it, but she did understand two very important things: chocolate was bad for dogs, and treats, squeaky toys, and cuddles were extremely good. And Obito… Obito deserved the very best Valentine’s Day ever.
She trotted over to her little stash of crafting supplies, the remnants of a particularly chaotic afternoon when she had managed to shred a roll of construction paper in exactly three seconds, and began fashioning her plan. Today, she was not just Athena the Husky. No, today she was Athena the Matchmaker. She had spotted that Obito’s friends at the dog park had been looking a bit… lonely. Some were shy. Some were goofy. Some were downright dramatic. And she was going to fix that, one handmade Valentine at a time.
By the time she finished, the living room looked like a tornado had struck a paper factory. Little hearts were strewn across the floor, some stuck to her paws, some stuck to her nose. Yarn had been shredded into oblivion. Crayons were everywhere. And in the middle of it all sat Athena, triumphant, surrounded by a dozen Valentine cards, each with a carefully chosen pawprint for Obito’s friends. She was extremely proud.
She grabbed the first card “For Luna, the fastest Greyhound in the park!” and trotted toward the door, ready to deliver her masterpieces. But disaster struck almost immediately. A gust of wind, a mischievous squeak from a toy she had forgotten under the couch, and one Valentine card a very special one, meant for Obito himself, slipped from her paws. It fluttered down the hallway like a red, paper butterfly and landed squarely in the middle of Obito’s favorite nap spot.
Obito, the ever-sleepy Malamute, opened one eye, saw the card, and immediately assumed Athena had written something incredibly romantic… to him. His tail began a slow, confused wag. Athena, unaware of the disaster unfolding, was outside distributing the other cards with the precision of a very excitable postal worker.
The park was chaos from the start. Athena bounded from one dog to the next, dropping cards, sniffing noses, and occasionally tripping over her own paws in dramatic fashion. Luna got her Valentine and promptly tore it into ribbons with a flick of her teeth. Max, the tiny Shih Tzu, stared at his card suspiciously before deciding it was a chew toy and running off in a blur of fluff and panic. Athena barely had time to breathe when she spotted Obito, who had just arrived at the park, trotting toward her with a slow, dreamy smile that made her tail wag uncontrollably.
“What’s wrong with him?” Athena muttered to herself, realizing that he seemed… distracted. Every time she looked at him, he blinked slowly, tilted his head, and sighed dramatically. He even tried to sit down in the middle of the sandbox, completely ignoring a squirrel that ran across the bench. Athena frowned. Maybe she had overdone it with the decorations?
Then it hit her. The card. The one she had accidentally dropped. Obito had found it and assumed… oh no. Oh no no no. He thought Athena’s elaborate, chaotic, paw-painted card was a secret Valentine just for him. And now, instead of a simple day of friendship matchmaking, she had inadvertently set off what could only be described as a “puppy love panic.”
The rest of the day became a whirlwind of chaos and hilarity. Obito followed her everywhere, staring at her with intense, overly dramatic puppy eyes that could melt steel. Every time another dog got a card, he would growl, softly, in a concerned way, like a noble guardian of Athena’s affections. Athena tried to explain, but her husky barks came out as garbled yips, which only made Obito tilt his head even more.
At one point, Athena tried to discreetly deliver a card to a particularly shy beagle named Daisy, only for Obito to barge in, trying to “protect” her from the Valentine he thought Athena had written. Daisy yipped, ran in circles, and somehow ended up tangled in a leash that belonged to a very grumpy pug named Mr. Wiggles. Athena spent a solid ten minutes untangling the mess while Obito sat nearby, looking mortified that anyone could misunderstand her Valentine intentions.
By the time the sun began to set, Athena was exhausted, her fur dusted with stray bits of heart-shaped paper and yarn, and Obito was lying next to her, head on her shoulder, sighing in a way that made Athena feel both guilty and ridiculously loved. She realized that in all the chaos, she hadn’t just tried to make Valentine’s Day special for Obito’s friends… she had made it special for him, too. Not because she had written a secret love letter, but because she had poured every ounce of her excitement, mischief, and affection into making a day full of happiness.
Athena nuzzled him, and for the first time, Obito gave her a proper, sloppy Malamute kiss that made her stumble backward into the last remaining pile of yarn. They collapsed together, covered in chaos, laughter, and a million tiny heart-shaped confetti pieces, and for a long while, they simply sat there, perfectly content.
Valentine’s Day might have been a mess. It might have involved misunderstandings, chaos, shredded paper, tangled leashes, and the occasional dramatic howling. But in the end, Athena and Obito realised something wonderfully simple: love didn’t need to be neat, planned, or even perfectly understood. Sometimes it was just a day full of laughter, mischief, and knowing that no matter what happened, you had each other.
And maybe, just maybe, a few extra treats wouldn’t hurt either.

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