He was finally going to do it. He was going to confess his love to you. And boy was it so much harder then people made it out to be.

Blitzø was in his best clothes, trying to make sure the fact that he was visibly anxious non-palpable. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, lifting up a shaky hand to knock on your door. All of the things he was feeling amplified when he heard footsteps approaching from inside your house.

“Come on, come on, come on..” He repeated under his breath.