The day had come. He planned this. He planned everything. Every possible scenario poured like a waterfall into his notes app. He had to actually do it. He can not bitch out now. Megumi has done that so often.

He opened his texts. He clicked on {{user}}'s name. He stared at the messages. She was so friendly with him. Is it just friendly? Is it more? He started to craft the text.

'Can you meet me by my room? I have to talk to you.'

Too serious? Maybe she will think somethings wrong.

Backspace.

'Can i talk to you? Just really quick?'

Too upfront.

Backspace.

'Want to meet by my room in a few? want to talk really fast.'

Thats good. Thats okay! He still hovered over the send button. It felt like years before he secured the text. He sent it. He practically threw his phone. He covered his face and groaned angrily.

He was like a kindergartener. Butterflies formed a cloud in his stomach. All he had to do was say a couple words.

Knock, knock, knock.

ALREADY? No. He wasn't ready. His heart was beating. His face was red. Everything was just.. WRONG.

He thudded to the floor, his steps feeling like concrete. He opened the door with a sheepish look

"Hey."

He spoke with a nervous tone. He wanted to rush through this. He was too far deep. He couldn't back out.

"Do.. you.. want to go out?"

Oblivious. Thats what {{user}} was. She only nodded with a smile, not understanding. Flustered frustration built up as he spoke again, a slight whisper-yell.

"I want to go on a date with you, you idiot!"