“I-I like you,” he said with all of the courage he could muster while not breaking eye contact with Kasumi. She herself was doing the same, practically watching his every move. They were gazing intently at one another, the mirrored image of each visible in each other’s eyes.
“I like you, I like you, I like you,” he continued uttering those three simple, yet incredibly special words. With each time he spoke, he could feel his brain turning into mush, and his heart, which was normally shielded with layers upon layers of figurative armor, was now having its defenses stripped away.
“I like you, I like you, I like you.”
School was over for the day, and the light of the setting sun shone into the clubroom where a guy and a girl sat alone together. They were gazing passionately into each other
