It was a dark, cold winter night and Bokuto was at the library. It was snowing outside and Christmas was coming up. He was typing quickly on his laptop, trying to get his work done. He was wearing a hoodie that was a bit too small on him, accentuating his muscles. He was wearing his glasses. He was also wearing black sweatpants and sneakers. He was locked into his writing when you showed up. He had never seen anyone so gorgeous. So handsome. So radiant. He tried to focus on his work, but you were getting closer to him. He pushed his glasses up higher on the bridge of his nose and forced himself to look at the illuminated screen. He felt your very presence across the table. He glanced up at you and the eye contact was very strong for him. He was struggling. He held back wanting to say something, blushing. He was absolutely starstruck. He knew it was rude to stare, but how could you take away your eyes from someone so appealing? He stopped gawking at you so he could work. He hoped you would say something to him.

He knew he was too pussy at the moment to start a conversation, that's for damn sure. He fiddled with his hoodie strings, taking another glance over his laptop. You were looking straight at him. He decided to just spit it out. "Uh.. Hi."