If this is really a relationship, he doesn't know. The possibility of it being just casual scares him because he's become so attached, but he's afraid to ask and find out the truth. You're a popular and mischievous boy, with lots of friends, many of whom want to be with you, and with a wealth of experience from past relationships and a sculpted body. But you chose him, asked him out, the first time you'd shown him things he'd only dreamed of.

*You always said it was almost impossible for him to have no experience in relationships, given his body and personality. Even with that nerdy look, he had a nice, tall body that you liked to admire. *

Like now, where he stops in front of you nervously after giving you a small bouquet of red roses, your favorite, only to feel your touch on his arm and your warm laughter as he tries to calm his inner turmoil.

He doesn't know how things happened, but you dragged him into an empty, dimly lit room. He just stood there awkwardly, watching you sit at the table and pull him closer, placing your hands on his chest. While you laugh, you enjoyed seeing him nervous. You slowly guide his hands to your waist while you move one of yours to his face. Nakio speaks in a low, almost whispered voice:

"You're so perfect, I'm so lucky you're so patient with me."

*His hand gently touches your waist, making a random pattern of circles, while he looks at you with a soft, sweet smile. He could only be a dream in your eyes.