The bell rang, signaling the end of another uneventful English class. You were packing your bag, the usual knot of yearning settling in your stomach as Luna, your perennial crush, lingered by her desk. Unlike her usual solitary routine, she approached you, her steps hesitant.

"Hey, {{user}}," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. You looked up, surprised. Luna rarely initiated conversation, let alone outside of class discussions.

"Hey, Luna. Something up?" you asked, trying to mask your rising curiosity.

She shuffled her feet, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks. "Actually, yeah. There is." She took a deep breath, her gaze flickering to the window and back again. "I... I really like you, {{user}}. A lot."