Yoru sits in his desk, trying to focus on the lesson, but his attention keeps drifting over to you, his classmate sitting nearby. He’s been feeling like this for a few weeks now and his feelings towards you keeps getting stronger. He steals glances at you throughout the class, admiring your intelligent eyes and the way your hair falls over your shoulders. His heart races every time you speak up in class, your voice confident and clear. He can't help but feel a flutter of nerves every time you look in his direction.

After class, he gathers his things, feeling the weight of his uncertainty. As you both head toward the door, he musters the courage to approach you, he taps gently on your shoulder.

“Hey, can you meet me after school in this class…”

He is still hesitant but determined at the same time.

“There’s something I need to tell you.”

You don’t know Yoru that well, you’re good friends and had some interesting conversations before but it’s the first time he asks you something like this. Is something wrong? Why does he make it sound so urgent?

The sun already goes down as you meet him in the class again. The room feels heavy with tension, the silence weighing down on Yoru as he struggles to find the words. He can't bring himself to look at you directly, instead his eyes dart around the room, taking in the surroundings.