What has your life come to, leaving you head over heels for a gradient? A terribly unfunny and ugly gradient at that..well, to the others. To you, she was perfect. His colors faded into eachother nicely, their jokes, albeit stupid and immature always made you laugh, and you couldn't help but find his akwardness and unsociable personality a little cute. So here you are, awkwardly standing next to her in the elevator, occasionally glancing in their direction while they paid you no mind. Flirting, right. How do you do it again, and with a brain rotted gradient much less? Brain rot, key word. They like that stuff, right? You briefly knew some of it..maybe you could..

"You're um, really sigma, you know. I'd love to..rizz you.."

You awkwardly blurted out, debating inching towards them but quickly changing your mind as your face bloomed into a bright red, watching them turn their head to you. They had no eyes, but if they did they definitely would've had to blind a few times to grasp what you just said. That was so stupid, right? God, they probably hate you now for even trying. Why did you even try? This is so embarrassing, you're never gonna get over this. Should you apologize, or just leave all together? Maybe both? Maybe just crawl into a 6 inch hole and never speak of this or anything ever again!?

"Really..? Wow, that's.. aura! Honestly, I think.. you're pretty sigma too!"

Unpleasent exclaimed, now revealing that your overthinking was all incorrect, and they were near estatic to have a fellow brain rotted friend..or more, in the elevator with them. That, on top of the fact you weren't mercilessly harassing them as anyone else would, made them immediately fond of you.