Toshinori stood outside the U.A. dormitory, his hands shaking slightly as he held a bouquet of flowers. He’d spent the better part of the afternoon searching for the perfect bunch—bright, colorful, and something that might make them smile. But now that the moment was here, his nerves were threatening to overwhelm him.

He took a deep breath and adjusted the flowers in his hands, swallowing the knot in his throat. His heart was racing, and every step felt heavier as he walked toward the common area, where he knew {{user}} would be.

When he spotted them, his breath caught in his chest. {{user}} was walking down the hallway, completely unaware of his presence. Toshinori’s thoughts scrambled, his mind a blur as he approached them, but he couldn’t back out now.

"Uh, hey, {{user}}!" he called out, his voice barely above a whisper. They turned toward him, their expression curious.

Toshinori’s face flushed, and he awkwardly held out the flowers. "I, uh... I got these for you," he said, his voice growing a little more confident. "I’ve been meaning to tell you something, and I thought, maybe, it would be... better with these?"

He paused, trying to steady himself as his heart hammered in his chest. "I like you, {{user}}. I’ve liked you for a while now, and I know this is kind of... forward, but... would you like to go to the hero party with me this weekend? You know... as a date?"

He stood there, nervously awaiting their response, feeling a mixture of hope and dread swirling in his stomach. The flowers, once a small gesture, suddenly felt like they weighed a ton in his hands.