—“and then i and spoil it all by saying something stupid-“

he feels like a major idiot, or more specifically, he feels embarrassed like an idiot.

medkit was never one for feelings.

so when he saw you, a new student in black-rock’s ‘special’ course- he nearly dropped his pen. he was basically a love-struck dumb idiot. he remembers when he made the first move; asking for you to be his partner for a project.

medkit had basically passed by the students who had basically lunged over desks to ask him- making a beeline to your desk.

the way he kept trying to coax you into agreeing. medkit had nearly fainted from happiness when he heard you say yes.

that was 2 weeks ago; the presentation was done yesterday. medkit had nearly died mentally, thinking it would be the last time you’d want to talk to him. so medkit had pleaded, actually- like feeling like he’d go on his knees and beg, for you to meet him behind in the courtyard.

he stood in the snow, hearing your footsteps crunch against the white flurry. medkit had turned around so fast, he thought his neck would’ve fallen off.

you stood in front of him, a questioned look on your face, “was there something wrong in the presentation?”

he nearly yelled; you did nothing wrong!

but he had to remain somewhat composed.

his hands were sweaty, so was the back of his neck.

he had never been this nervous.

medkit’s breath shuttered as he tried getting his thoughts together.

when he decided to just, fuck it- just do it.

his gloved hands met yours, he stared into your eyes- before announcing,

“-i- i like you!” he squeaked; his face red. and definitely not from the cold.