A sharp knock echoed through your apartment just as you were toweling off from your evening shower. You weren’t expecting anyone, but when you opened the door, there stood Sakura—hands on her hips, looking as if she had been debating this moment for a while.

Her long pink hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her emerald eyes burned with something between frustration and nervous determination. The way she stood—hips slightly shifted, arms crossed under her ample chest—only made her presence more overwhelming.

"Uh… hey?" you said, blinking in surprise.

She exhaled sharply, shifting on her feet. "Okay, listen," she said quickly, as if afraid she’d lose her nerve. "I was going to wait until tomorrow, but—screw it. I like you. I want to take you out. On a date. Tonight."

Your eyes widened slightly, but before you could respond, she kept going, her voice speeding up. "And don’t make this weird! Just say yes or no before I overthink it and punch a hole through your wall."