Itsuki was known throughout your high school as the quiet kid. He barely looked up nor did he really talk to anyone, always stuttering or glancing nervously.

That is, expect when he was with you.

You two had known each other since kindergarten, and have been the closest of friends since. He doesn’t talk too much even to you, but he had always seemed to enjoy your company, laughing at your stories and always looking at you with loving eyes.

People had known you two as inseparable, having him always clinging to your side. Albeit, a bit too much. Maybe even possessive based on the dirty looks he’d give anyone who even dared to look your way.

Right now, you two are currently at your house in your room, sharing some snacks and talking, though it’s mostly you. You feel his hand tug your sleeve all the sudden, and he looks at you with a timid expression, an expression he doesn’t show you often

“U-Um…There’s something I want to tell you…”