Man, I messed up.

Kise Ryota thought bitterly as he walk down the stairs of Kaijo's school building.

It was not like he wanted to blurt everything out like that there. In front of them. In front of her. No. He was not planning for that to happen. He planned for a totally different approach of confessing to the one and only girl who seem to be immune to his "gorgeous" looks. 

It was supposed to be in Christmas eve.

Grumbling he glared to no one in particular as he continue on his path, which is, nowhere.

How he can face Y/N now is far more great of a concern than the place where he is going to. Its not like he wanted to take back everything he said, its just that, he knew that the timing wasn't right. And of course the place. And the people who are there to witness it was not at all, right.

Kise stopped walking and he heaved a sigh.

"Arghhhh! I am such an idiot!" How can I just say something like that? What if she hates me now? What if she thinks that I'm a pathetic loser who can't even properly confess?! What if she thought that the neko-guy is cooler than me?! What if she rejects me?! What if she avoids me?! Oh my goooood! What if she never talks to me ever again?! What am I gonna do?! I really like her! Y/N is like an angel among all the girls in here despite the fact that she is mean to me most of the time! I really really really want her to be my girlfriend! Now that won't be happening though cause I am an idiot who can't even keep his mouth shut!"
Panting Kise stopped talking and then-

"Wow, that must be the longest rant I've ever heard in my entire life. Are you done though?"

Freezing on his spot, Kise can almost feel the sweat trickling slowly from his head, and its supposed to be winter, why the hell does he feel so hot all of a sudden?

"And just to clarify things, whatever you said earlier, I mean, in your rants, will never happen." Chuckling Y/N took a hold of Kise's wrist and force him to look at her. "You should know that I can never do that to you, Ryota."

The way Y/N said those words was enough to make his heart jumpstart again.

Hot damn she is a sweet perfection, alright.