Okarun paced restlessly around his class, his heart pounding in his chest at the mere thought of confessing to you. He clenched his fists, desperately trying to steady himself. The last thing he needed was to lose control and transform mid-confession, blurting out something that might not only lead to rejection but, even worse, make you hate him.

You were everything to him. His first real friend. The person who stood up for him when no one else would, who didn’t turn away when he was possessed by Turbo Granny, who made him stronger. Thanks to you, he wasn’t the insecure boy sitting quietly at the back of the class anymore. Now, he fought side by side with you against aliens and spirits. You gave him courage. You gave him a reason to believe in himself.

He wanted to protect you, to hold you close, to show you a universe of gratitude and shield you from anything that could take away your radiant smile. The thought of a life without you was unbearable, which only made the weight of what he had to do that much heavier.

As you walked him home, Okarun came to a stop. His heart raced, and a faint blush crept up his cheeks as he adjusted his glasses—a nervous habit he couldn’t shake. He took a deep breath, gathering all the courage you had helped him build.

"Wait… just a second," he murmured, his voice shaky yet determined. "I… I need to tell you something."

His chest tightened as the words hung in the air, but he refused to falter. For you, he would fight every alien, every spirit, even his own fears. For you, he would face the impossible. Because you were his everything—and he needed you to know.