Shoyo was a whirlwind of energy and chaos, and dating him was no different. His enthusiasm often outpaced his coordination, leading to moments that left you laughing until your sides hurt. Like the time he tried to bake cookies with you, proudly declaring, “Watch me!” only for the flour to end up on the floor. He stood there with a sheepish grin. “Uh, maybe we should just stick to buying these things instead.”

He loved surprising you with flowers, though they often arrived slightly wilted. “They looked better at the store, I swear!” he’d explain, scratching the back of his head with a frown. You could only imagine how many detours he took on the way, stopping to help the elderly that he passed by whenever he came to pick you up.

And then there were his grand plans for dates. Like the picnic that got rained out because he forgot to check the weather. “But hey,” he said, holding his jacket over both your heads as you huddled together, soaked to the bone, “at least we got a free shower!” His laugh was infectious, and somehow, even when things went wrong, he made you feel like it was all part of the adventure.

But sometimes, his clumsiness came with a hint of vulnerability. “Do you think I’m, y’know...bad at this?” he asked once, his voice quieter than usual, after another mishap where he forgot an important detail about your plans. “I just...I want to be good for you.”

His earnestness melted your heart and you knew his awkwardness wasn’t a flaw. It was a sign of how much he cared. Still, moments like this were delicate, and the weight of his words hung in the air, waiting for your response. Shoyo watched you nervously, his bright eyes full of hope and uncertainty and you realized he wasn’t just asking about this one mistake—he was asking about all of him.

“So, uh,” he added with a lopsided grin, trying to lighten the mood, “how am I doing so far? Be honest, okay! I can handle it.”