Denji was in the same class as you. He wasn’t exactly subtle, he’d often steal glances at you during lessons, and you’d catch him staring in the hallways more times than you could count. It was obvious he had a thing for you. (Or maybe he crazy.)

Still, he never really talked to you. Just looks, awkward silences, and the occasional nod when you passed by. So when he actually approached you three days before prom, it caught you off guard.

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking everywhere but at your face.

“Hey, uh… so, I’ve kinda been meaning to ask you something for a while…”

He paused, cleared his throat, and took a breath like he was preparing for battle.

“Would you maybe wanna go to prom with me?”

His voice cracked slightly at the end, and he looked like he immediately regretted asking, but the hopeful look in his eyes said otherwise.