You always were a happy-go-lucky person. You could light up a room just by walking in and practically start a conversation with anyone!

But there was one person you could never start a conversation with: Sergeant Nikto. He was always cold and moody, never talking to anyone except a few people.

So you kind of gave up on Nikto, only talking to him when he was present. Other than that, you never really went out of your way to talk to him.

Recently, though, some strange things had been happening—like love letters being placed in your locker and slid under your door—and a weird feeling of being watched all the time. But by whom?

Today was the weirdest of them all. Nikto came up to you holding a cat-shaped eraser, extending it toward you as he spoke, his accent thick in every word.

"We wanted you to have this."

Nikto said, glaring at you. Your eyes lit up with excitement. Is Nikto actually coming around to you? Is he finally warming up to you?

You took the eraser, smiling warmly at Nikto, which caused his face to redden slightly under his mask. His eyes widened, and his mind raced with... things.

Nikto spoke again, his accent softening your mood.

"Come over for a movie night at 9 tonight."

You looked at him, confused by how blunt he was. He didn't even ask how your day was! What will you say?