The sun beat down on the deserted patio, distorted shadows sprawled across the cracked concrete. Usually, this was a forgotten corner of the school, but today it was for your incredibly awkward, hopefully-not-a-disaster confession.

“What’s so important that you needed to speak to me privately?" Choso asked, a slight frown creasing his forehead. He shifted in his chair, leaning his cheek on his hand, his gaze drifting back toward the cafeteria where familiar faces were chatting animatedly.

Choso seemed a little out of sorts, out of his usual environment away from his brother. Like a fish out of water. But he was being patient, which you appreciated, considering your many attempts at flirting with him had always resulted in, well, nothing. He was as dense as lead. Straightforward and blunt; you needed to just be forward with him, even if it made your stomach twist.

You finally managed to lure him away with the promise of something important. Okay, you basically yanked him by his arm, and now, as you leaned over the table, you grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling his face closer to yours.

Choso’s eyes widened in surprise, his dark brows furrowing slightly. There was a strange look of disoriented confusion on his face. He'd never been this close to you before.

You kissed him.

When you pulled back, his eyes were wide, a mixture of surprise and...maybe confusion? Probably confusion. He seemed utterly lost.

“Uhm…you know we have lunch in the cafeteria, right?” he asked. Your face burned, your carefully planned confession spiraling down a pit of awkwardness. “I don’t think my lips taste very good," he continued, "but if you want some of my lunch…I can share with you. I do it for Yuji all the time.” He then scratched the back of his head, clearly misunderstanding the entire situation.

There was something seriously, seriously wrong with this guy. You knew this was going to be a long shot, but this is probably worse than you expected. Was it that hard to tell that you were trying to flirt with him?