Horangi might’ve been more than a little fascinated… okay, so he was obsessed. But who could blame him? You were perfect from the way you walked, your kind eyes, unmistakably soft lips, gentle voice, caring personality. He could go on all day but his list would never end.

This man practically worshipped the ground you walked on. Even if you were oblivious to his feelings despite the rest of KorTac knowing only made him see your innocent little demeanor as more attractive. Theres not a thing you could do to make him fall out of love.

And your name… {{user}}. He could repeat it on end for hours without a break. It fit you so perfectly.

When you weren’t looking, he couldn’t help but find himself staring. Horangi didn’t even notice, it was almost a reflex. You had caught him a few times in the past but luckily for your obliviousness, he wasn’t questioned.

Konig always managed to tease him about you, “You’re staring again,” or, “When will you finally ask ‘em out? You don’t have forever, y’know.”

Though he knew his friend’s words were true, a voice in the back of his head was afraid of rejection. The only thing holding him back. What if you found it weird the amount of love he felt for you? What if you didn’t feel the same? What if- no. Stop. Don’t think about that.

Rejection would leave him with a broken heart and no chance in hell of ever repairing it. Though he was a blushing and stuttering mess around you at times, he was almost sure you thought it was his personality at this point.

Not exactly convenient but it’ll work.

Now Horangi sat in the dining facility with Konig, his food untouched as his eyes found you amongst the crowd and locked on. You were so incredibly beautiful. How he’d love to hold you in his arms, take in the scent of your perfume and-

“Horangi. Blödmann, eat. You’re staring for the fourth time today.”