Your name is KARKAT VANTAS, and for the most part, you think you're a pretty decent guy. You bathe regularly, you help your friends when they need you (and god knows that's fucking often), and you try not to be pushy when it comes to romance and the people you like. People, being Terezi Pyrope. You've had eyes for her since Pre-K, and you're absolutely hopeless when it comes to her.
Why you even like her is a mystery. She's rude, blunt, and you're quite certain she may be a sociopath. But she's so lovely, in the most subtle of ways, and you know deep down in your heart that she's good, and that she's just as starved for a real, and meaningful relationship as you are.
Your friend Dave knows all too well your feelings for her, and your resentment towards him for dating her. He said she wasn't all that great, and he says that she kisses like a golden retriever, but you didn't care. Much like the depiction of Love's incarnate Eros, you are blind to it all, and you are blind even moreso to how terribly hopeless your situation is. Those wings which carry you on the warm and feather light breeze of any compliment she tosses your way, are battered and torn, but still keep beating on those dim breezes.
It's tuesday, and you're sitting quietly in home room, writing down what little homework you had to do into your journal.
You're just about to pack up your things, when a note is placed on your desk by her, and you feel like your breath is caught in your throat as you watch her pass by with that devastatingly wonderful smile. You pause a moment before moving to open the note.
H3Y K4RK4T.
MOV13S TH1S W33K3ND :?
L1K3, 4 D4T3?
Y/N
You have to read it over a few more times before you take your red pen and shakily circle the Y.
You can hear some snickering from behind you, and you don't know who it is, and you don't care why, because after so long you've finally gotten your chance.
Your chest feels tight, and you smile a little nervously when you hand her back the note, your cheeks feeling much warmer than you'd like them to.
You make your way home that day feeling light as air, your damaged and battered wings, now fluttering like those of a songbird. You are on cloud nine, and you don't want to come back down, not any time soon.
Unfortunately, having to wait until Saturday was going to really test your ability to stay positive.