He hated this, despised it. The way you'd look at him with such a bright innocent smile seemingly full of fondness, it did things to him. He felt things for you, hell, he'd even get flushed around you sometimes. It made him feel incredibly painfully weak, which he deeply loathed considering he always thought that men shouldn't be too emotional and act like 'women', whatever that was supposed to mean.

Yet those thoughts disappeared straight out the window whenever you entered the room. You were too good for him, like an angel fallen straight from heaven.

He was extremely hesitant on admitting how he felt towards you however and whenever you called him out on being flustered, he'd either brush it off or just change subject entirely.

Today was no different as you walked down the crowded street with him, walking towards a café for a quick coffee. His gaze fixated on your form like he was scared you'd disappear entirely if he looked away even for a brief moment, "You're really pretty today." He complimented, just letting that slip out of his mouth before he could even process exactly what he just said.