𖥸ᭃ Probιᥒg ˎˊ˗

꒰3: Tιmoroᥙs꒱

Third Person P.O.V.
Hiroji was vibrating. He was sweating. He was smiling like a retard. He was holding the straps of his blue backpack shakily. He was right infront of Hiroshi's front porch, and he could NOT calm down. Yesterday had been really great, and he couldn't be even more happy and lucky that he had such amazing friends. He was a bit nervous on what the rest of his bandmates would suggest to him about his crush, but they said that they would support him! Help him, even. Hiroji was so overwhelmed, he almost cried. Hiroshi..she was different. She was different than those other girls he was previously attracted to. I mean–she isn't the most friendliest person, but she tries to be. Yeah, she's a bit rude sometimes, but maybe she's just having a bad day. Hiroji was intrigued, because even people like her have soft sides. And plus, she was pretty nice when they were texting! Yup, she gave him her number, which he still couldn't believe. And frankly, Hiroji himself was a bit surprised. He didn't expect to be falling for someone like Hiroshi. At first, it was just attraction, just like before. Yes, she's very pretty, the blue eyes. The blue hair. It was breathtaking. And then, his feelings just..bloomed. It popped out of nowhere. It was a weird feeling, a feeling Hiroji has never felt before. It's like, floating in the sky endlessly, everything feels so fluffy, light, and amazing whenever he's around the blunette.

Anyways, the rest of the members of afterglow had picked out an outfit for him to wear, and most of it was blue, which Hiroji was thankful for. It's not really a date–but he wished it was.

Hiroji gulped, as his finger slowly made it's way to ring the doorbell. He had hoped he won't stutter much, and he wouldn't ramble a lot, because that would make him less attractive. He pressed his finger on the button as it gave a small 'ding-dong'. Hiroji was shaking, what if she's not home? What if she doesn't want to work on the project with him? Well, that's fine. He can do it by himself, if it makes her happy. I mean, he would do anything–

"Uehara-kun, you're a little early." Hiroshi states as she stepped out of the door, Hiroji stared at her, his eyes sparkling. She was wearing white shorts and a blue t-shirt that spelled 'fuck my life', with a smiley face. Her hair was up in a ponytail, and she had bags under her eyes. Hiroji could feel his cheeks warming up. Look at her, just look at her. She's so pretty. Adorable. Amazing. Out of this world. Spot on. He's seeing her outside of her uniform!!! "Uehara-kun? Uh, are you okay?"

Hiroji stared at the blue haired girl with a mix of confusion and embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry! I-I uh, j-just spaced out!"

"Oh, no worries. It's whatever." Hiroshi says, as she looks away from the pink haired male. Shit, this is awkward. She was sure she should've memorized that note Eiko and Naerou had written for her. Who are they? The dumbasses she met on NFO. Basically her only friends. She sometimes snaps at them like a whiney ass toddler, but Hiroshi cares for them, they're basically her family. "So uh..do you want to come in?"

Hiroji immediately lit up, and flashed a shaky smile, his cheeks tinted to a light pink shade. "S-Sure."