A scenario for young!Gladiolus having his first crush and haven't the slightest idea how to actually act?
-So, basically, he hasn’t always been this smooth-talking ladies’ man or whatever. At one point in time he was an awkward, hormone-addled teenager without a clue, just like the rest of us (or so I’d like to think). Anyway it all started with this gorgeous individual in his morning Literature class. He’s always been a confident guy, even when he was younger. I mean, there’s no way that knowing he’s going to be guarding the king himself one day wouldn’t kinda go to his head. So, when he first really noticed them he was all cocky, ready to stroll up next to them and their group of friends as soon as the bell rang to dismiss class and introduce himself. As he approaches they turn around, sensing the presence of a rather large figure behind them, and he just kinda stops. Their eyes, their hair, that inquisitive little look on their pretty face… What was he gonna say again? Awkward silence.
His crush and their group of friends just sort of giggle and walk off and he’s just left standing there with this bright red face. He visualizes kicking the crap out of himself as he sort of face-palms. He adjusts the books in his arm defeatedly, but he isn’t giving up yet. He didn’t get it, it’s not like he’s ever had trouble talking to people before. Anyway, he goes about the rest of his day as usual, only occasionally cringing to himself upon thinking back on that moment. He’s decided that he’s gonna come at this from a different angle. He had to say something, though. This person was just so different. Unlike other students they actually enjoyed the reading assignments they were given in class. He could hear them talk excitedly about the colorful stories and wonderful tales with that adorable sparkle in their eyes, wishing he could just chime in with all his own favorite quotes and characters. He just couldn’t figure out what held him back.
At home he’s going to rehearse exactly what he’s gonna say to them when he approaches them again. He’s gonna stand in front of a mirror and reenact everything, making sure he looks and sounds as good as possible when the time finally comes. Moments beforehand he’ll be hyping himself up like hell. He sees them at a vending machine alone during lunch time, perfect. He strolls up, chest out and arms at his side before leaning up against the machine casually.
“So I’m writing a term paper on the finer things in life. I was wondering if I could get an interview, “he says, arms crossed with a charming smile.
He doesn’t know whether his heart should smile or break when all they do is rest the tips of their fingers on his chest, hold up their other hand to bashfully laugh into, and walk away.
