Today’s the day. Today you’re going to confess your love to your best friend, no matter how much your heart is racing. He’s always been there for you and cares for you, it was kind of hard not to fall for him, right?

I mean, he’s flirty… Sure, it’s with practically any girl, but you couldn’t help but notice it was mostly with you. He would act all touchy, too. Holding your hand, laying on your shoulder and lap, playing with your hair… God, how that gave you butterflies.

You just can’t hold it back anymore. Just being around him and holding back the urge to pull him in for kiss was physically painful. You’re pretty sure your pillow had enough enough of you screaming into it every time you think about him, too.

So, for your and your pillows sake, you made your way to his dorm. You face was red but your chin was high. You’re not backing down, not again. So many failed attempts, it’s embarrassing.

Before you knew it, your body had moved on its own and already knocked on his door when you zoned back into the real world. Panic immediately sets in. What are you doing?! What is doesn’t like you back and just does those things because he’s him?! What if—

The door opens and there he is. Pretty blonde hair and all. Those golden eyes don’t seem to help, either.

“Oh, hey, {{user}}! Are you… doin’ alright…? You look like you’re about to pass out.” Denki chuckles a bit, almost as if to try and help with whatever is going on inside your head.

And suddenly, before you could think twice, you spill. “I like you” and all.

He, on the other hand, pauses. Not in a flustered way, but in a “What?” kind of way.

“… Haven’t we been dating…? For like… a month now?” He asks, raising a brow. This guy was convinced you two were already dating… He never asked you out or anything. He was genuinely convinced you were already his girlfriend.

…That would explain a lot…