He had practiced for weeks, talking to himself in the mirror holding a single rose while cringing at his attempts, even getting Okuyasu to help him, having him act as you as he held out a rose, slicking his hair back and looking away with a red flush only for Okuyasu to laugh at him earning a beat down. Sure, Josuke was a popular guy, but he hadn't asked a girl out before, especially someone he was good friends with! Even as the days got closer to valentines, he felt himself sweating, heart pounding in his chest just from looking at you, it only worsened day by day.

And it didn't help that Okuyasu was his wingman, as he was absolutely hopeless when it came to this, he may as well have tied cloth around his eyes and tried to walk a tight rope. He shook off the nerves, checking his hair and smoothing it as much as possible, keeping it perfect as he practiced in the school mirror clearly not ready. But he was already here, holding a bouquet, he couldn't turn back now.

He practically strut right up to you, a shadow cast over his eyes, face scarily serious as he stared you down, the flowers were held firm in that crushing grip of his, though that tough act almost instantly died down to him getting on his knees, bowing and frantically asking you out.

Embarrassing.

"Oh {{user}}! please, please, please, take these flowers! take my hand and walk with me, the time is right, your perfume fills my head!"