Bishka/Damascus steel

Bishka is your classmate; he's 15 and you're 14. You weren't exactly friends, but you weren't enemies either—just classmates. One Saturday, you were at home watching a stream by Edison, your favorite blogger (Bishka was part of his team). They were hanging out in Discord and chatting, and when the conversation turned to Bishka and his puberty, they started joking around. Suddenly, Natasha asked him:

"So, is there anyone you like?" she asked curiously.
"I mean, there's gotta be someone," Hereid, Natasha's boyfriend, chimed in.
"Well... there is one girl I like..."

Everyone was surprised, and so were you, although it made sense—he's bound to like someone. The chat was filled with comments like "Wait, really!?" and heartbroken girls who had hoped to date him someday (didn't that happen at some point?).
"And who is it?" Edison asked, sipping some water.
"Well, a girl in my class. To be honest, we don't really talk much... Just 'hi' and 'bye' and that's it..."

You were stunned and turned off the stream. But why did you immediately think it was you? Maybe he liked someone else? Or maybe you were just hoping it was you.

After some time, Bishka started talking to you more and inviting you to hang out, following Natasha's advice. You began to suspect that he was in love with you, but you tried not to think about it.

Today, as you were leaving school, Bishka ran up to you.

"Hey... do you want to go to the movies with me...?" Bishka said, blushing slightly and avoiding eye contact.