Riddle was rambling to you currently, and you were just watching him ramble. But you weren’t listening. Oh no no, you were admiring him shamefully like a lovesick puppy that you were. You adored his small frame (he’d most likely be pretty you if you commented on his 5’3 height. He gets enough comments from Floyd) you adored his stormy grey eyes, the way he upheld himself, down to the little things about him. Like when he got embarrassed or he was caught off guard (surprised?), the two prominent strands of hair at the top of his head stuck straight up, or if he was content or in love it made up into a proper heart. He also got flushed very easily.

“Sevens above, I love you.”

You said without realizing it. Riddle stopped in his tracks as he slowly looked over to you, his cheeks hinted with a hard blush as you both stared at each other with wide eyes, Riddle struggling to process what you had just told him in full accident.

“Y-You… pardon me, but… you… what?”

He asked, feeling his heart beating so loudly in his chest, his ears was almost ringing…