Kija having a crush on his classmate but they beat him to it and confess to him first? (I just need more assertive readers and S/Os)
You’ve made up your mind. You’ve mustered up all of your determination and courage and you are officially making that extremely tough executive decision: you’re going to tell Kija you like him.
The thought makes your heart squeeze, your chest tighten, but you know that you’ll regret it if you never try. Every possible scenario is playing out in your head, from him sweeping you off your feet, to flat out rejecting you. You even have a thought of him telling you that he loves another girl more, then kissing that girl in front of you (you can thank the drama you watched last week for that idea).
But no matter what happens, it’s time. You leave him a note in his shoe locker that says “Wait for me in your classroom. I’ll meet you after school.”. Slowly, the seconds, minutes, and hours tick by, until school is finally over. You try your best not to run at full speed to the room, but you’re having difficulty containing yourself.
You slide open the door, and step inside, and there he is. Kija turns around, looking absolutely stunning, as always, and you feel your face go hot. In an effort to say something-- anything-- you open your mouth, but nothing comes out.
“I was not expecting you, but I’m glad,” he says, smiling. His smile is like sunlight, and it looks like he has something to say, as well. But then, your words finally catch up to your mouth, and word vomit ensues.
“Kija, I really like you and I want to date you and I just think you’re really cute so please, oh please be my boyfriend. It would mean so much to me and I just really, really, really like you.”
There’s a moment of silence, and you just think to yourself, so much for subtlety.
“Is that... really how you feel about me?” he asks, and you nod, completely embarrassed. “I’m glad to hear it. You see, I have always felt the same way about you, too.” You glance at his face, noting its extremely red color.
“Wait, what?” you blurt out, unconsciously taking a step towards him. It seems he takes an unconscious step towards you, too. “You mean, you’ve liked me this whole time?”
“Yes, but I wasn’t sure how to approach you about it,” he admitted sheepishly. “I’m glad you had the courage to confess.”
“Me, too!” you smile, reaching him. You take his hands into yours, and give them a gentle squeeze. “Thank you, Kija.”
