~Kirito's POV~
(Y/N) frowned at me, her cell phone in hand.
"Are you sure I can go with him?" She asked softly, blush creeping upon her face.
No... I want to go with you...
"Yeah, it's fine. I already said that."
"Umm... Could you at least tell me who you were gonna ask?" She asked curiously, unlocking her holographic phone with her retina scan.
I was going to ask you...
"...y-you..." I muttered extremely softly, positive she couldn't hear. I heard footsteps behind me as I whipped around. (Y/N) was walking towards me.
"I heard that, you know." She smiled softly at me. I felt my heart skip a few beats as it started it's own drum solo. My face grew hot as I started to get nervous. Gulping, I looked at her who was in the same condition.
"You... D-did?" I asked, scared yet unwillingly prepared for rejection or teasing.
"Yeah... Well, we are friends... Hey, what were you gonna mention earlier? Was it to the summer dance? That's what you were g-gonna ask me before my phone rang, right?" I was shocked. She's pretty observant. Along with gorgeous, smart, sexy, talented... Okay sorry I'll stop.
She stared at me and tilted her head.
"You in there, Kirito?"
"Oh what yeah!" I shouted quickly, shaking my head.
"Yeah, I-I was going to ask you... So... What d-do you say? Wanna go to t-the summer dance with me, (Y/N)?" I felt my face warm worse as I closed my eyes.
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~Your POV~
"Wanna go to t-the summer dance with me, (Y/N)?"
My face burned as I stiffened a little. My eyes went wide and didn't make contact with his. My eyes drifted down his body to his twitching and shaking hand, and I intertwined my fingers in his. His eyes shot open and he looked straight at me, his face becoming more and more floral.
"I'd love to, Kazuto." I smiled, leaning in and kissing his cheek softly and quickly. If it was even possible, Kirito's face got even redder and he used his free hand to touch his cheek. I smiled at him and my blush got worse as well.
"Thanks, (Y/N). I'm not gonna lie, I was scared there." He sighed a sigh of relief. I giggled at him.
"No need to be so tense."
"I'll pick you up at five on Saturday?" He questioned, pulling away and scratching his neck. He did that when he was really excited or really happy. I smiled and nodded.
"Sure. I'm gonna head home now, and I'll keep you at hand in case I get in more trouble, okay?" I smiled and he nodded.
"Sure. Have a good night, (Y/N)."
"Wait, is this Aincrad Apartments?"
"Yeah, why?"
"What're the odds," I giggled, smiling and blushing like and idiot.
"I live here too, on the fourth floor. Room... 431."
