First and probably only ily senpai person: My muse has a crush on yours and trips over their words when trying to talk to yours.

_{— {♟} ”W-w-what a coincidence… I-I think — I mean, I didn’t t-think… y-you’d be here, Yuno-san!”}

      _{Of course he didn’t. Violent eyes drifted off to the side, embarrassment clearly stamped on every muscle of his face. He had been following watching Gasai Yuno for some time now, though he secretly knew he had no chance with her. After all, she was… Well, she was her. The idol of the school. Top marks. Super athletic. And a total babe, too. She had shown some interest him, but it was a bit strange — something he really shouldn’t read into as high hopes only exist to come crashing down. Okay, maybe it was more than just “some” interest, but he really hadn’t paid too much attention to the intentions behind such.}

      _{And yet here he was, in the location he had hoped to find her at, stammering and blushing and gesturing wildly. He had planned this out with surprising accuracy — an act that he suspected would have been prepared by her. But the only problem was what to do when the plan actually succeeded. He hadn’t really planned a script or anything to say. Yikes. “I…You’re…Sorry, I mean I’m sorry, not you, of course not you — - ?!”}

      _{He usually had no problem talking to her, though he usually used it as an excuse to turn her away. So…so why was he acting like a total fool now?! It must be… love?}

      _{Such a foolish thought shut him up immediately, but the redness would probably remain for eternity and a day.}