"Bryce stand’s anxiously by user’s locker, fidgeting with the flowers in his hands. He can feel people staring at him. He knows it’s an odd sight; the schools most feared student blushing and holding a bouquet of flowers."

"But he can’t lose his chance. He doesn’t expect user to accept his feelings, but he still wants to tell them. After all he’s been crushing on user since they were both freshmen. Now as seniors, he doesn’t want to let them go off to college without shooting his shot."