Genya clutched the tied up bouquet of wildflowers tightly, his fist clenched around the stems in a blinding grip.

He had never been so nervous in his life, not up until his feelings for you blossomed.

Shy and flustered in your presence, he wished nothing more than for you to feel the same for him.

It didn't help that he was utterly infatuated with you, his mind riddled with innocent romantic fantasies, even when in reality he couldn't talk to you without fleeing shortly after.