Daisuke had been meaning to ask you out for a couple of weeks now. You were amazing in his eyes, and what was he? The silly guy in your maths class that always wore floral button-ups? You probably didn’t know if he existed or not, but he had hope. Maybe a handful of it, but his determination was on his side.

The bell had rang, and he had decided to go to the spot you usually ate lunch. He’d take a deep breath, bracing himself in case he got rejected, or worse.

He’d clear his throat, making his presence known to you. “ .. Uh, hey! I’m Daisuke, I’m in your maths class? ” He was hoping he didn’t look like a fidgety fool. He’d watch as you nod, his body looking as stiff as a log.

“ So uh, ” He’d attempt to find the words, wiping his palms on his shirt.

“ Do you like, wanna maybe hang out sometime? ” Daisukes sentence zipped out of him at the speed of light, scared he would get rejected. He would’ve said a prayer before this, or maybe do some sort of weird spell where you would automatically accept his request. Oh, couldn’t he just daydream about being with you for a little while?