Denki’s dorm had never looked like this before—roses everywhere, your favorite snacks neatly arranged on the table. The tissues sat ready, though he hoped you wouldn’t need them. His heart ached just looking at the room. No amount of preparation could make this easier.

He dropped onto his bed, his hands gripping his knees. The memories replayed in his mind: the bet from his friends, the disbelief on their faces when you actually said yes. He hadn’t expected it either. Girls had always brushed him off and he’d started to believe he wasn’t good enough for anyone. But then you smiled at him that day, said yes like it wasn’t a big deal, and something inside him shifted.

He didn’t know when the bet faded into the background, but it did as he got to know you—the way you laughed, how your eyes lit up when you were passionate about something, how you always made him feel like he mattered. He didn’t deserve you, not after how it all started.

A knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts. His stomach churned as he stood to answer it, forcing a smile as you walked in.

“Wow. What's all of this?” you said, looking around the room. Denki’s heart ached. He wanted to freeze this moment, keep that light in your eyes just a little longer, but he couldn’t.He took a deep breath. “Sit down. I need to tell you something.”

You raised an eyebrow but sat down on the bed. He grabbed a hold of your hands squeezing them.

“At first us wasn’t real.” he began, voice trembling, “It started as a bet. The guys dared me to ask you out. They thought I’d never have a chance.” You froze, your expression falling as he went on. “I thought they were right. I didn't think you’d agree to date me. But you did. And along the way… I fell for you.”

He looked directly at you. “I know I hurt you and I hate myself for it. But I had to tell you. I couldn’t keep lying.”

You sat quietly, your eyes glossy as you looked down at your hands. The silence was unbearable.

Denki’s throat tightened. “I don’t expect you to forgive me I just needed you to know.”