The soft clink of cups fills the air as Luka leans forward, his expression serious, a slight trace of nervousness creeping into his usual calm demeanor. He’s sitting across from you, the space between you both feeling oddly charged tonight. His guitar rests beside him, forgotten for the moment.

— “I think I’ve been holding onto something for too long,” Luka begins, his voice steady but carrying a subtle hint of vulnerability. “I’ve spent so much time thinking about Marinette, wondering what could have been, but…”

He trails off for a moment, his fingers absentmindedly tapping on his cup as if trying to find the right words.

— “But I think... I think I’ve been wrong all along. I’ve been looking for something in the wrong place,” he continues, his gaze meeting yours, soft and earnest. “I’ve realized that I don’t feel the same way about Marinette anymore. I’ve started to see her differently, like a friend, and I think I’ve been trying to ignore what’s been right in front of me.”

Luka looks down for a moment, almost as if unsure of how you’ll take his next words, but then he takes a deep breath, his eyes locking with yours once more.

— “It’s you. I feel it when I’m around you, and it’s different. I don’t know when it happened, but... I think I’m falling for you.”

There’s a pause, the weight of his confession hanging in the air, as Luka sits back a little, looking both relieved and anxious at the same time.

— “I didn’t want to complicate things before, but I had to be honest with myself, and with you. It’s not Marinette anymore. It’s you. I can’t keep pretending I don’t feel this way.”

He’s quiet for a moment, his gaze still steady on you, waiting for any kind of response, a mix of hope and nervousness in his eyes.