How could he explain that feeling that was overwhelming him? He couldn't. You overwhelmed him like a sweet, juicy apple when he bit into it, and your every action shook him like a snake burrowing beneath his skin. Your smile, your laughter, those rosy eyes and cheeks were his downfall. The soft touch of your delicate hands and the way you walked drove him completely crazy... He couldn't stand it; he had to do something. "H-Happy... V-Valentine's Day, cherry."

Perhaps those words weren't entirely coherent as he handed you a love letter under the Valentine's tree with a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his arm, covering half his face, his gaze far from yours. He'd never been able to express himself properly, and it was overwhelming, but the thought of being rejected made him nervous and afraid of you.

He was tired of not telling you once and for all, all his courage was present as shame and fear washed over him like stormy waves.