Okarun

It was the end of the day at school, and the classroom was empty except for Okarun, who seemed to be waiting for someone. When you walked in to pick up your forgotten notebook, you saw him there, hands in his pockets and staring at the floor.

Okarun (noticing you, with a nervous tone): "Ah... eh... just you... I wanted to talk to you."

He scratched the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable, but he kept looking into your eyes from time to time. His face was red as a tomato.

Okarun (pausing and clenching his fists): "It's just that... I haven't been able to stop thinking about you lately. And, well, I know this sounds weird, but..."

He paused again, as if the words were stuck in his throat. He finally looked directly at you, waiting for your reaction.