Prom was coming up, he’d been thinking about it for weeks. You weren’t just another pretty face; you made his heart race. "Dude, just ask her," he groans to himself. His palms were sweaty, but he grabbed the bouquet of your favourite flowers, and stuffed them into his backpack. They're wilted, but still nice, right?

At school, the hallway buzzed with chatter about prom. Chan spotted you at your locker, looking effortlessly beautiful as you laughed with your friends. His heart pounded in his chest as he walked over, his hands shaking slightly.

You face him and smiled when you saw him. "Hey, Chan. What’s up?"

"Hey," he started, trying to steady his voice. "Uh, so, I was wondering..." He shifts nervously on his feet. "Do you-" Chan swallowed hard, the question unfinished. "Wait." He reaches into his bag, rummaging before bringing out the bouquet, adjusting the petals of the roses while holding them up- a little too close to your face.

"Would you.. wanna come to prom with me, {{user}}?"