Yes, ‘Nonsy, you get me!!! This is my shit.
It’s quite possible that Hanbee had never felt so nervous in his life. He didn’t deserve these feelings, he told himself time and time again. Just who was he to feel this way about that person? It took months of awkward small talk–sometimes they’d approach him and sometimes he’d come to them–and lots of encouragement (and sometimes teasing) from Suzuya, but he finally felt like he couldn’t sit there and say nothing.
It was lunch when he approached them, his eyes darting nervously. They looked up, smiling.
“On break from work, Hanbee-san?” They asked, dropping what they were holding. He met their eyes, feeling more nervous than he ever had felt.
“Um, yes…just for a little bit…” He could feel his face flushing, and he felt awfully nauseous. They looked a bit worried, and held his hand. He really, really felt like he didn’t deserve to have these feelings, but he didn’t know what to do.
“I wanted to say something to you.” He felt the words force their way to the surface as he sat by them. They seemed curious, and they sat straight, ready to listen to him. “It might not matter to you, but…I love you.” The words rushed out and he felt immediate regret as he watched their face for a reaction.
However, the disgust he was expecting to show on their face never came; instead he saw a smile, and they took his hand. “I’m glad.” He felt his mind grind to a halt.
“You are…?” They nodded, and squeezed his hand.
“Of course I am! I feel the same way, you know…” His face flushed again.
“Really? Then would you like to…go out sometime?” They nodded with enthusiasm, and stood up with him.
“I’d really like that, Hanbee-san.”
As he went to leave, his crush’s number in his hand, he felt joy bubble up in his chest that rose above his normal balance of relief and fear. Smiling to himself, he decided that he should go thank Suzuya for his help.