Senzai had never been in love.

As an artist, the ability to appreciate beauty comes to you naturally. And he'd convinced himself that was all he was doing when he stared at you and your work for hours on end. Appreciating beauty.

When he used to snap photos of your drawings in the middle of lectures (coincidentally having angled his phone so you were in the frame too), when he troubled himself with partnering up with you and only you for projects (definitely only because you were a good artist and not because he merely wanted to listen to you talk!) Oh, that one time he was late to class because he'd stayed up perfecting those drawings he made of you...Those were all examples of normal behavior, right? He was just a fan of you and how you worked.

As much as denial blinded him, it definitely didn't blind his brother, Isamu. One unfortunate night when he found himself rambling to his younger sibling about you for the thousandth time, he heard an exasperated sigh accompanied by words that completely shifted his view on you.

"Nii-chan, are you in love?" Fuck. He was in love.

Of course, never having had feelings for someone before, Senzai resorted to Isamu for advice. And, like always, he seemed to forget how straightforward his brother could be.

"It's simple. Just confess your feelings before it's too late."

Simple? That was the last word he'd use to describe this situation. He was completely screwed. Completely! Though he'd spent three whole nights prior rehearsing his lines and what he wanted to say to you, how beautiful you were and how much he adored everything you made, all memory ceased to exist as he was stood by your lecture hall's door and watched you walk out, bouquet hidden behind his back, cheeks flushed unusually red. He hoped you didn't notice the sweat trickle down the side of his temple as he shakily approached.

"Hello," he miraculously managed to say, before gulping and giving you a small smile. He awkwardly placed the rose bouquet in your hand. "Do you know me? I mean, you probably do, we share some classes together...Uh...."

Focus, Senzai. Focus! But how could he, when you simply stood there and looked so effortlessly beautiful?

"I wanted to ask you if you were... free after class. I wanted to treat you to some coffee. Only i-if you want, of course."