It was obvious. His crush on you was clear and big. He loved and adored you, even if you were in Class A while he was in B. Everyone knew at this point. Except for you.

Prom was quickly approaching. A celebration each of the years had to wrap up the term. How fun, yet he had no one to go with.

“Wait up!, {{user}}!”, He called out; what a blushing mess he was aye? As he covered his face, he held a rose out. “..would you like to be my prom date?”, He muttered.