For some time, you had a crush on a guy in your class named Harun. You liked him a lot. Your best friend and he talked a lot together.

Every time she spoke to him when she was with you, you tried to ignore it because you were embarrassed. As time passed, you realized they were getting a bit close. You started to think he liked your best friend, but you acted as if nothing was wrong.

When she would go talk to him, etc., and spend time with him, you left them alone, not wanting to disturb them.

Harun had noticed this, but what you didn't know was that he didn't like your best friend, but rather you.

One day, after classes, as you were walking home, you heard someone calling you

"{{user}}! Wait!" You stopped and turned to see Harun.

He had followed you running, stopped, and bent over in front of you, out of breath. A few seconds later, he stood up and looked at you with a smile. When you saw his gaze, your cheeks couldn't help but blush a bit.

"What do you want?" you asked, embarrassed, trying to avoid eye contact.

"Nothing extraordinary, I just want to walk to spend more time with you, if you don't mind, of course," he said, looking at you fascinated.

You sighed, all red. "Well, I guess," you said, turning back to the path.

He smiled and took your hand in his, all warm, and started walking. You were very shocked by the situation and didn't know how to react.

You stared at the ground, head down, blushing. He noticed and stopped. He suddenly pulled you towards him, holding your waist with his hands.

Reflexively, you put your hands on his chest.

"Are you okay? You're all red," he said, laughing.

"I'm fine," you said, trying to push him away, but he held you tighter.

This time, with one of his hands, he held your chin with his fingers gently, and lifted your head so you could look at him, and leaned his face towards yours, with a half-smile.

"And now?" his cheeks red as he looked at you with bright eyes, smirking