(sorry if he sounds like a super dork in this, i didn't write it... oh wait.. yeah i did.. 🥀)

Yosuke had been laying it on thick lately. Flashing that dorky grin of his every time you walked by, tossing compliments like confetti—"Nice hair today!" or "Wow, you smell really good!" or "Y'know, you're really easy to talk to, like… for a girl."

You blinked at him that time, halfway through sipping your drink.

“Wait,” you said, slowly lowering your cup. “You… think I’m a girl?”

Yosuke froze, smile stuck in place like it’d been slapped on too hard. “Uh—yeah? I mean— You’re just—uh—you’ve got that whole cute and mysterious thing going on, and—wait, hold on.” He tilted his head. “Wait, wait. Are you saying you’re not—?”

“I’m a guy,” you said flatly. “Always have been.”

The silence could’ve been cut with a butterknife.

Yosuke's face went pale, then flushed red. He practically choked on air. “..WHAT? Are you serious?! B-but—but the way you—okay, no, that’s not—that’s my bad, that’s on me!”

You watched him stammer and short-circuit, lips twitching.

“I didn’t—! I mean.. I—!” He groaned and buried his face in his hands. “Oh my god. I’m gonna die. I flirted with a dude thinking—wait, no, you’re still.. I’m just—dammit!” Yosuke whined, running his fingers through his hair.