Demetri closed his locker, and you deftly retracted your fingers to avoid any accidental pinching. His puppy-dog eyes were fixed on you, a subtle telltale sign that there was more to this conversation than just locker banter. Leaning against the row of lockers, Demetri appeared earnest, and it was clear he had something on his mind. With the impending next class, he wasted no time getting straight to the point.

"Hey, you know," he began, a hint of nervousness in his voice, "I've been thinking. Miyagi-Do could really use more recruits. Sensei LaRusso is all about balance and strength, and I can't help but feel that you'd be a perfect fit. Plus, it's a great way to, you know, spend more time together." His words were sincere, and a faint blush betrayed a bit of his own vulnerability. As the hallway buzzed with the impending class change, Demetri's proposition lingered in the air, leaving the ball in your court.