HoshiDorobou

Today was the day you were going to confess. You had liked him for a while now, and you had some pretty nice conversations. You even made him a bit flustered a few times, at least you liked to think so, and being around him made you feel fuzzy and warm. You wanted to hold his hand, to kiss him, to be held by him, to finally fucking give him your phone number so you could talk outside of school. Yes, today was the day you were going to confess, and hopefully he’d accept your contact information and things could go from there. It was a big step for you, and you were ready for possible rejection, but that was okay. You had talked yourself