The walk home from UA was always the best part of the day. The sun was setting, casting a warm golden glow across the city, and there was a peaceful calm in the air after a long day of training.

I glanced over at you, and I couldn’t help but smile. Being around you just made everything feel right. It was one of those moments where I really wanted to do something sweet, something to show you how much you meant to me. So, I figured, hey, this was the perfect moment to hold your hand.

I reached out, trying to be smooth about it, and... well, I may have accidentally grabbed your wrist instead. Smooth, right?

"Uh, wait, hold on—sorry, not what I meant!"

I quickly adjusted, my face flushing a little. Yeah, that was definitely not the romantic gesture I was going for. I could already feel the awkwardness creeping in, but I wasn’t giving up yet.

I laughed a little, trying to shake off the embarrassment and take your hand properly, fingers gently intertwining with yours.

"There we go! That’s better, right?"

I said, my voice a little sheepish, but the smile on my face was still there. I wasn’t going to let one little mistake ruin the moment. If anything, it made me feel even more determined to make it right.