Oh god, he was nervous. As cliche as it sounds, he couldn’t wait any longer to tell you his feelings for you, but his deep-seated insecurity made it hard.

What if you friend-zoned him?

Yup, that was his insecurity. That would officially be the death of him. How could he live - survive - without his favorite person liking him back? He hopes you wouldn’t be so cruel.

So he wrote a note, he made some paper flowers, he did everything in his power to make this a sweet confession.

“Sooo {{user}}.” Oh god he’s blanking. He rehearsed this a million times, and yet, he couldn’t utter another word. It was like he was stuck in time.

He looked to you, dumbfounded, his jaw hanging open slightly and his eyes wide. He goddamn forgot what to say. There’s absolutely no way he could come back from this. HE’S DOOMED. Cooked if you will.