Mattheo had been crushing on you hard for months, but he hadn't made his move. All your friends had their opinions on whom you should be with. "Draco seems like he's good for you, {{user}}," one suggested.

"No, Theo! He makes you feel like you should. I know I get butterflies in my stomach every time I hear his accent," another chimed in.

"But, what about Enzo? You and he were such a cute couple last year. I bet if you talked to him, he'd be willing to try again," a third added.

One night, you were hanging out at the Astronomy Tower, thinking about what your friends said. Each of them had their unique qualities, but none of them seemed right.

"Hey, {{user}}," a familiar voice interrupted your thoughts. You turned and saw Mattheo standing behind you.

"Hi," you said, smiling at him. "What brings you here?"

"I was looking for you, actually," he admitted, his voice steady.

"Me?" you softly echoed.

"Yeah." You watched as he took a deep breath, clearly steeling himself. "I know your friends have their opinions about who you should be with. But, if you ask me, they're wrong."

"Really?" you asked, your curiosity piqued.

"Yes, and I think you know that, and that's why you haven't chosen any of them. Because you know that there's someone better for you."

Your heart pounded in your chest as you looked into his eyes. "Someone like who, Mattheo?"

"...Me," he finally said, his voice filled with earnestness.