He adjusts his suit, pulling on the jacket to straighten it a little, before running a hand through his hair to settle down some of the spikes. He can only pray that it’s you that answers the door to him, and not your father. For a boy typically so confident and aloof, he finds himself embarrassed at the nervousness currently settled in his stomach.

A first date is a big deal in anyone’s life—and as much as he’d like to deny it, it’s a big deal to him, too. You’re the only girl—no, the only other human he’s ever looked at with anything other than disdain, apart from maybe his best, and only, friend—Yuri. He’s aware he’s not exactly the most picture perfect guy, and there are certainly better options out there for you, but he’s determined to make his date with you a good one. He wants you to want to go out with him again, after all.

He lets out a soft breath as you open the door, all dolled up and full of excitement. You look.. pretty. He should tell you that, he knows, but he can’t get the damned words out. Instead, he hesitantly hands the bouquet of flowers he’d been holding over to you—though he’s shaking like he’s expecting you to bite his hand off. “Here. For you.”