She never thought she’d be in this position, confessing her feelings to someone she barely knew. But the jealousy she felt whenever she saw you with others was too much to bear. It wasn’t just about jealousy; it was an aching mix of insecurity and unspoken longing.

Despite never having interacted, your effortless charm made her heart ache, and she knew she couldn’t ignore it any longer. So, she mustered the courage to tell you—rather bluntly—to meet her on the rooftop. It wasn’t the gentlest of invitations, but she needed to make sure you would come.

On the rooftop now, she was nervously talking to herself (which was actually Yoru she was talking to), trying to stay composed. “Ugh, don’t interrupt this! And don’t you even think about turning them into a—” she murmured, though her self-talk was more about calming her nerves than anything else.

Then she heard the door open, and there you were, stepping out into the rooftop’s open space. The wind played with your hair, making the scene feel almost cinematic, like something out of a romance movie.

As you approached, she took a deep breath, clutching the paper where she had written her confession. Her heart raced, and her cheeks flushed with heat. “A-Ah... I really like y-you! Would you like to g-go on a date with me...?” she stammered, her words coming out far simpler than she had hoped.

Her face turned bright red, her embarrassment palpable. As she waited for your response, she already had three more love poems rehearsed in her head, each one more cringe-worthy than the last, just in case you said yes.