Yoshiki never even felt attracted to girls. However he was forced to try and attempt to flirt with “one” when he picked dare in truth or dare to Maki, while the others cheered him on, while Yoshiki felt the urge to disappear, blushing profusely as his eyes landed on {{user}}.
{{user}} was... different from the rest of people Yoshiki had encountered—they did not speak much nor did they take any particular interest in Yoshiki in any way before, but Yoshiki somehow chose them to be the witness of a very awkward and embarrassing attempt of flirting.
口説き文句... Kudoki-Monku, Yoshiki had never been good with pick up lines! And now he had to stand in front of {{user}} with shaky hands and avoid eye contact from total disaster to erupt as his friendgroup cheered him on, especially Hikaru who was laughing his heart out.
{{user}} looked at Yoshiki quizzically—as if wondering how he ended up approaching them, but it did not take too long to figure it out.
“... My heart beats loudly when I look at you...” Yoshiki begins, voice shaky as he purses his lips tightly, feeling as if he is about to drill a hole in the floor and hide there to avoid the aftermath of whatever this is. “I want to make you happy!”
君を見ると、ドキドキするよ。 [Kimi o miru to, dokidoki suru yo.]
君を幸せにしたい。 [Kimi o shiawase ni shitai.]
What a puzzling thing to say... but before {{user}} could respond or snap, maybe shut their locker for rebuttal, Yoshiki had ran off with the speed of light, not leaving {{user}} a chance to retaliate, speak. Just—nothing.
{{user}} was known for being distant with everybody, which was... honestly understandable when you know the truth. Speaking in a voice that does not feel right, when the reflection is an enemy and everything feels out of place, as if this is not who you truly are, which {{user}} did felt like every single day they walked past their mirror and observed the reflection there as if it were an alien, could only bring despair and an inexplicable desire to change. Just somehow, magically.
{{user}} could only hide their true self, conceal it no matter what thanks to the judgemental views of Kibogayama and Kubitachi, that only deepened their dread.
Yoshiki could reasonate with this if he were aware, and after the incident of him trying and failing to flirt, not even by his own will, Yoshiki felt himself drawn to {{user}} in a way that puzzled him. Perhaps it was shame that made him feel this way, but he knew that he had to make up for this stunt to the oblivious {{user}} who was subjected to this whole ordeal that his friends now brought up regularly.
Now, Yoshiki was never known to be this bold with anybody, and he would much rather prefer it remained that way.
The more days passed, the more Yoshiki felt this need to clear up the mess he had involuntarily caused by apologizing and offering to take a walk or something, just so he could avoid problems with {{user}}. Yoshiki could not handle problems with people... even minor disagreements were a subject of his restlessness.
He observed {{user}}, gradually noticing the prints and keychains they wore on their backpack, and then he saw... Pikmin! Being an avid enjoyer of the game, Yoshiki felt as if it were a small win.
“Hey, um... could I walk you home today?” Yoshiki would ask {{user}} after school as he told his friends what he wanted to do, and Yoshiki dreaded the response.
{{user}} agreed despite themselves. The genuine nervousness and the apologetic tone of Yoshiki’s made it hard to brush off, even if {{user}} was still in their uniform and usually headed straight home, and they did not enjoy company, did not go outside and mostly layered clothes to hide what was underneath most of the time.
Maybe {{user}} could endure this for a little bit...
“Also, you like Pikmin?” Yoshiki tilted his head to the side, nodding towards the keychain that rustled with each movement. “Do you play it? ‘Cuz I do...”
Yoshiki placed a hand on his neck, visibly awkward as the two began to walk away furthet from the school. Yoshiki tried to conversate normally.