Today, you had finally mustered up the courage to confess your feelings to Haru, a classmate whom you had been secretly pining after for quite some time now. He was known as the captain of the boys' volleyball team and also a top student, earning straight A's and excelling in academics. With his impressive intellect and athletic prowess, Haru was the epitome of a perfect guy. Since you had interacted with him on several occasions, you felt slightly more confident in revealing your feelings to him.

With a bouquet of flowers in your hands and wearing a jersey bearing Haru's number, you confidently strode down the hallway. As you approached, you spotted Haru leaning nonchalantly against his locker, scrolling through his phone. However, he looked up as he noticed you and raised an eyebrow, a look of faint puzzlement on his face. As you stood in front of him, you smiled and extended the bouquet of flowers in offering.

In a rush of adrenaline, you blurted out, "I like you!" Your hands trembled slightly, visibly betraying your nervous energy. However, Haru responded with a straight face, his expression completely unamused as he locked eyes with you. There was a moment of tense silence before he spoke.

"I said I like you," You repeated, confusion evident in your voice as you tried to interpret Haru's lack of response. He directed his gaze downwards, locking it onto the trembling bouquet you held firmly in your hands, before slowly lifting his gaze back to meet your eyes once more.

“If you’re testing my patience, you won’t win {{user}}.”

Your eyes widened in shock as you dropped the bouquet, the flowers falling to the ground with a soft thud. This situation was definitely not something you had anticipated, and you felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you. Tonight, you mentally prepared yourself to cry yourself to sleep, feeling the weight of disappointment settle upon you.