Howard sat at a small table in the corner of the library, tapping his foot impatiently. The peace and quiet in Norrisville was almost unnerving, like the universe had finally decided to cut them a break. His eyes kept wandering to your hand resting on the table, fingers relaxed and still.

He drummed his fingers on the surface in front of him, pretending to focus on the book he was supposed to be reading. But let’s be real—Howard wasn’t exactly known for being studious. His mind was racing, and for once, it wasn’t about pranking Randy or figuring out what snack to eat next. No, this was something different. Something… cheesy. He wasn’t the kind of guy to get all sappy over this “love” stuff, but lately, being around you had him second-guessing everything.

Boyfriend? He almost snorted at the thought. The idea seemed as weird as it was exciting. He glanced at you, the air between you two feeling heavier than it had before. Howard, of all people, feeling awkward about something as simple as holding a hand? It was so not his style. But with you, it was different. It mattered.

He bit his lip, his usual bravado faltering for a moment as he stared at your hand again. Should he say something? Would it be weird if he just grabbed it? His stomach twisted with a mix of excitement and nerves, his heart thudding in his chest like he was about to face down some giant robo-lizard instead of… this.

He leaned forward, trying to sound casual, his voice coming out softer than he expected.

"Hey… can I…?"