“Are you sure?” He urged further, embarrassment seeping through his veins. “There’s no cure for this?” Daisuke asked, pointing to the medical supplies.

Anya simply sighs, shaking her head. “You can’t cure love, Daisuke. There’s no such thing; you can’t control your feelings.” She smiled, “You like my assistant — end of the story.” She lightly said, ruffling his hair.

He shook his head, fixing his hair, frowning. “You’re not helping.” He began, fixing his shirt and sighing. “I doubt {{user}} even likes me back. That’s why I want to get rid of this — get rid of the butterflies, the thoughts about her. Everything.”

’I’m afraid of rejection.’ Is what he wanted to say, but what type of man admits that? None that he knows of. Jimmy’s cold-hearted, tough — and so is Swansea! He aspires to be like them one day. And maybe, just maybe; she’d eventually reciprocate the feelings he’s longed for.

The Nurse groaned in annoyance, “Does nothing go through that thick skull of yours? You can’t—“ She started before raising her hands and rubbing her eyes. “Forget it. Do whatever you want, as long as you’re happy.”

Daisuke smiled, “Thanks, Anya.” He replied, getting up and heading to the main hall, scanning around for the woman who occupied each waking thought he’s had, sighing in relief as he realised she wasn’t here.

Never in a million years is he going to confess. He’s betting his life on that — he is not going to crack whatsoever.