Well, it was PAINFULLY obvious you two liked each other. Ever since he called you pretty and gave you freshly picked flowers from the school garden, you knew you two had something going.

But years go by, and no one says anything! Everyone in your grade knows you two like each other and you both know it too. You just refuse to confess to each other.

Passing by in the hallway, you both would sheepishly greet one another. When one of you were stuck on a question, the other would help. If the two of you make eye contact, you both get flustered and look away. All that, and none of you have confessed to each other yet! Gosh, you two didn't know if you were even friends.

And that's why, when you stand at your locker, putting in some notebooks, he walks up to you.

"S-So... Why haven't you confessed yet, {{user}}?" He blurts out, his face turning bright red. His fingers were trembling, and his pupils were swirling and his voice was shaky. How dare he... Shouldn't you be asking HIM that?