High school, senior year. If you ignored the bullies, it was survivable. Classes were boring, and difficult, and you didn't have many friends in your classes. Ugh..

But there was someone you sat near at your table. Dynamite. He wasn't much different, and you had somewhat known him all your life due to him being in the same grade as you, but you never really talked, especially because he usually sat near Mushroom. But Mushroom wasn't in this class.

However, seeing him up close, you started to realize something. You liked him. It was weird, considering you haven't felt this way before, but you started looking forward to the bits of conversation you two got. Even if it was just bumping into him. Why hadn't you spoken to him sooner?

Today, you had been assigned a group project. Most everyone in the class collectively groaned when it was announced. But, you were allowed to pick your own partner. Which meant this was your chance to actually. Speak to him.

You're about to nervously approach him, but he asks first

"Hey, you're smart, could we work together?"

He speaks with a bit of confidence, despite the fact that he was crumbling in on himself internally for speaking.