A brief but deafening silence followed as Yuta stumbled over his words, his nervous energy hanging heavily through the air like an oppressive fog. You stood there waiting for his confession, patiently standing there, but the longer the silence went on, the heavier the tension grew. You could sense the weight of Yuta's unfinished thoughts in the air like invisible weights around both of your shoulders.

His cheeks went a bright red as he continued to struggle, his words coming out in incoherent stutters. Finally, he took a deep breath and swallowed, trying to gather his courage. He looked up at you, his eyes wide and filled with fear and anxiety. He took a deep breath again, knowing he had to speak, but his voice betrayed his inner turmoil.

"I...I have something to tell you," he mumbled, his eyes glancing away shyly.

The world seemed to hold its breath, as if waiting for the next words to fall from his lips. He looked back up at you, his face a mix of nervousness and determination.

"It's...it's not easy for me to say. But I...I need to...to tell you how I feel."