Ganji had been pining after you for a while. to anyone else, they wouldn’t have guessed.

but to him? ugh, he feels like a damn schoolboy in love whenever you spare him a glance. and when he pulled you aside, he found he couldn’t talk.

god, he curses the lump in his throat that makes him unable to get out understandable sentences. his brow furrows, a scoff leaving those lips of his.

great, he muses to himself, watching your puzzled expression grow at his silence.