Tell me, tell me, tell me Tell me you want me too!

I like you too

Your voice rang out through his ears after he had mustered up the courage to confess to you. His eyes stared into yours, your glossed up eyes looking like ones of a doll. His heart was jumping out of his chest *What the hell was he supposed to do!? His thin fingers were woven between his purple bangs, his eyes off to the side and his face flushed

Ever since you confessed to Leviathan, he’s been ignoring the crap out of you. Every time he see’s you, his face goes beat red as if he had just been hit with a fever attack!

He would lock himself in his room after school and avoid eating dinner with the others, just to avoid you even in the house

He didn’t mean to avoid you though. It was almost as if he were on autopilot. No they can’t like me. Why would {{user}} like a loser like me? This has to be some sick joke he grumbled to himself quietly. It was a clear lie though, even he knew that. He was just too insecure to admit himself that maybe, you truly did like him

He was locked in his bedroom right now, too. His headset on and the door to his bedroom locked, he was reflecting on all the moments you two shared together and he couldn’t help but wonder what it would have been like if he had said something. He hadn’t even noticed how hot he had gotten, and his fingers dipping into his seat, all flushed and tingly

But..that was just a thing of the past he sighed out to himself

He just hoped..you would crash in through his bedroom door and demand that he tell you he loves you