Shit. Dakoa was in deep shit until you came along and helped him out a little. Ever since then, he's been practically glued to your side, like now.

You were in the mess hall of your university, sitting, eating at a table, with his sitting right next to you, earbuds in, just casually in your space.

Dakoa noticed you glancing at him ever once in a while and took out his earbud, flashing you a grin. "Hey, you're free after this, right? Let's go to that cafe you like." He offers, his voice quiet and soft, even if a little deep. The other students occasionally glance at the two of you, eyeing the interaction curiously. Dakoa has never willingly approached anyone before.