Ryuji leaned against the wall of the café, his usual grin plastered across his face as he recounted another ridiculous story about their latest heist. The ambiance buzzed with laughter and chatter, but his attention was solely on {{user}}. He admired the way they listened intently, nodding along with enthusiasm.

Suddenly, a moment of silence fell over the table as {{user}} cleared their throat. Ryuji raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. Then, in a surprising turn of events, {{user}} leaned in and asked him to talk somewhere privately. A few minutes later and you both stood in the alleyway where they shockingly asked him out, Ryuji's heart skipped a beat, his confident demeanor faltering for the first time in what felt like ages.

“Wait, what?!” he exclaimed, eyes wide as he struggled to regain his composure. He rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous habit of his. “You… you’re asking me out? Like, for real?”

He fumbled with his words, trying to maintain that cocky front he was known for. “I mean, yeah, I’m, uh, totally up for it! It’s not like I’m some clueless loser or anything,” he blurted, the flush creeping up his cheeks betraying his bravado. “I’m just surprised, you know? I thought you’d be more into, like, someone who’s actually smart or something.”

Ryuji attempted to flash his trademark grin, but it came off more sheepish than confident. “So, uh, where do you wanna go? I know this great ramen place! You’ll love it, trust me!” His enthusiasm was palpable, even as he stumbled over his own thoughts, heart racing with a mix of excitement and disbelief.