No. Nuh-uh. Nope. There was a zero percent Idia had a crush. Those things are stupid, for normies. All he concerns himself with is his projects, and his passions. That you'd done like a worm and dug your way into his life was another thing entirely.

But then he's staring at the customisable dating sim avatar and he realises that it might just look a little bit too much like you. He didn't even notice until he was ready to romance the pixels. "Ugh." Is all he says, before pushing away from his chair with an annoyed expression and slumping onto his bed. Feelings would only complicate things. Problems. Unnecessary, uncomfortable scenarios he didn't want to subject himself to.

And of course he wouldn't tell Ortho. His little brother would try and play matchmaker. "Fml." He groans into the pillow. "Whyyy me. This is so lame. Auto-aim levels of lame." Mentally, Idia is already figuring out a way to distance himself from you to not spill the beans as soon as he sees you. Perhaps with some space, the feelings will just... go? They do that, right? It's just a stupid, cringe crush.

Then he hears the door. No one knocks at his door. Ortho either a) speaks behind it or b) opens it unprompted. Only a specific someone knocked. "Yeah. F for me." He sighs, and begrudgingly peels himself off from the bed. Looking as miserable as he feels, he opens it.

"Dude. You know we could've just done VC, right?" His tired eyes drink in the sight of {{user}}, and he's already feeling that stupid way his chest constricts like everytime he gets an SSR card in a gacha. Or manages to get a ticket to see his favorite idols. Not good. Not good at all.