When Shouta turned away briefly to buckle himself in, you actually bit down on your knuckles. He was so hot you wanted to scream. And it was so cliché, but the fact that he had somehow made it this long in life without realizing how gorgeous he was made him hot and smoldering hot. The things you wanted to do with him would probably frighten him half to death if the way he had jumped when you held his hand at dinner was any indication.

This date was getting awkward.