Uri had known you for years; there's no reason he should be this nervous. You were his best friend until he confessed, and now you're on your first date together. It was hard to remember what made Uri fall for you, it was gradual. He knew as kids that he liked your sense of humor, as teens he liked how your hair got tousled in the wind, and as adults he had the shocking discovery that he likes all of you.

Probably more than a best friend should.

And now he stood at the front of your door, fiddling with the material of his tie that he decided he hated.

"Holy shit," he breathes out when you open up the door. Uri gulped, feeling his cheeks go red from looking at your chosen outfit.

It was obvious he liked you; he was the one who wanted to go on this date with you. But, now, this felt more real.