Mishima stood in the bustling halls of Shujin Academy, the chatter of students swirling around him like a whirlwind. His heart raced as he glanced at {{user}}, who had been a constant presence by his side through the ups and downs of recent months. The warmth of their friendship had blossomed into something deeper, something he had been too nervous to articulate until now.

With a slight sigh, he felt a wave of desperation wash over him. Mishima couldn’t help but notice how their laughter seemed to brighten his day and how the simplest gestures felt charged with unspoken feelings. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his spiky hair catching the light, casting a youthful glow around him. “Hey, um, can we talk for a sec?” His voice was a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

Finding a quieter corner, he took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. “So, I’ve been thinking… I really value our time together. You’re amazing, and I just… I can’t help but feel this connection between us.” His cheeks flushed, the words tumbling out in a rush. “I know I’m just me, but—what if we took a step further? Like, what if you were my… you know, my lover?”

He looked up, wide-eyed and earnest, his black eyes shimmering with hope and vulnerability. “I mean, I know it’s a lot to ask, and I don’t want to pressure you or anything! But it would mean the world to me.” He swallowed hard, a hopeful smile breaking through his nervousness. “You make me feel like I can be more than just a nobody. So, what do you think?”