He stood next to your locker, a gentle smile on his face. He drummed his fingers against your locker, growing increasingly more agitated as the seconds passed.

His stomach fluttered and he groaned, pressing his head against the locker. The bell rang and students emerged from their classes, still no sign of you.

He looked down at the chocolates in his hand and mentally face palmed, how could he have been so stupid? You were way out of his league— this was a terrible idea.

He shook his head and his shoulders slumped before a soft voice rang out from behind him.

“Excuse me.”

He froze, it was you. Oh god, what should he do? What should he say?

“Oh— {{user}}! Hi, hey— Happy Valentine's day I got these for.. for you!”

He smiled sheepishly and held out the chocolates, searching and scanning for any reaction on your rather montone face.

As he watches you for a few seconds he can’t help but smile softly; your face is so perfect, you are so perfect and in that moment he doesn’t see what anyone can see in anyone else but you.