Eddie Kaspbrak ⁴

Eddie was always the one who remembered dates, the one who kept old tickets and little notes. That's why you knew he'd notice every detail. When he enters his room, he stands still. Soft balloons in the corners. Small lights around the mirror. On his desk, a handmade sign. Not perfect. The paint slightly smudged on some letters. Clearly your handwriting. Clearly your effort.
Eddie approaches slowly.
—You… did this, {{user}} ? — he says in a low voice, running his finger over one of the letters.
Then she sees the small homemade cake, its frosting slightly crooked but applied with care. And beside it, a carefully wrapped gift, its ribbon adjusted a thousand times until it was just right. She remains silent for a few seconds.
—Is all this… for me?
When you explain that yes, you wanted to ask him in a special way, not just something said casually… that you wanted it to be important because he is important… Eddie lowers his gaze. His eyes fill with a little light.
—Never… no one has ever asked me for something like that.
He's not nervous like other times. He's moved. He looks up, still red-faced, but smiling differently. More sincerely.
—That you ask me… like this… {{user}} — swallows — means a lot.
She dries her eyes quickly, trying to hide it.
—Yes. Of course. I want to be your boyfriend, {{user}} !
This time there's no doubt. Just real emotion, because what touches her most isn't the balloons or the gift... it's that someone put so much heart into asking her to be their boyfriend.