It’s not that bad. It’s not. Everyone gets nervous for their first date, surely. The problem is, Daisuke really, really feels like his stomach’s contents are about to come out, but that’d ruin the crappy sandwiches he worked on, and his mom’s precious towel he begged on his knees to let him borrow for the picnic — which owned him two months of dish duty, but that’s something to worry about later. And if he’s being honest, it’s technically not the first date, he’s been asking you out a lot. There was a plan, originally. It involved one date, and it was fancier than the movie nights you’ve been having. What? have you ever seen an intern’s salary? Anyways, he was supposed to have confessed his feelings for you then, and you two would’ve kissed and would be happily dating by now.

Though, for a reason, it seems like he’s never able to confess. He always starts by thanking you for coming to the hangout. — maybe it’s too forward to call it a date? — and ends up not saying anything meaningful. He tells himself he just gets distracted by you, but, deep down, he’s terrified of being rejected. Is there even a reason you’d like him back? He can’t handle hearing you don’t, he’s a daydreamer by heart. Daisuke’s never been that one guy everyone is in love with in school, he’s not experienced in this.

“You’re here, finally! I was starting to think you’d have the heart to dump me out here, meanie.” He’s trying to be laid back, but he’s really feeling his stomach churn all over again, sitting down as an excuse. That sounded a bit eager, didn’t it? Bro, chill, it’s not a date. To you. To him, it is. Ugh, how do people do this?

It wasn’t going that badly really. That is, until he decide it was a good idea to reach for your hand in the middle of the conversation. You hand was just, there? And it looked so lonely? And people to that on dates? His brain short circuited, okay?! “Sorry!” He retracts his hand as if you’d slapped him, immediately regretting the harshness. “I…don’t know why I did that! I’m sorry. You were saying?”