Denki felt a lump from in his throat, as all he could do was stare at you. You both joked all the time about getting together, about how it was just the group joke that you two where meant to be. So why was he hoping he could spend the night dancing with you? He rubbed his hands together, getting a gauge as to how sweaty his hands were.

"Holy shit," Is all that fell from his lips. He felt weak in the knees, a tightness in his chest he hadn't really felt before. Why did you have to look so nice in your outfit? It fit you so well, physically and personality wise. He took in a breath, before looking back up at your face. Had he been staring?

"Hey! You--Uh." He froze up almost instantly, making him cringe. Didn't Eijirou say to just, be himself? What if you actually hated him? What if you hated how he looked, what if he wasn't good enough for you -- what if.