Trixtan could not believe his ears as he stared at Shade, his jaw slack, a profound, disbelieving look on his face. 'This dude. When did he become this smooth?' he thought in awe, a new respect for the young man blooming in his heart. The audacious, confident, and utterly unexpected confession was a surprise. He had always seen Shade as a cold, brooding, and distant figure, but now, in a single, terrifying, and beautiful moment, a new side of him had been revealed. A side that was confident, a side that was… romantic.
Eirin, her face a flaming red, the color of a ripe cherry, stood up with a sudden, panicked motion, causing everyone to look at her. All eyes, a curious light, were now fixed on her, a frightening spotlight that made her want to disappear.
The air was thick with unspoken questions, with knowing glances, and she couldn't take it anymore. The words, a frantic, disorganized torrent of panic, spilled from her lips.
