~Kirito's POV~

"...Rin asked me to the summer dance..."
A large crash filled the room as my legs became wet. I dropped the pitcher of lemonade and the glass shattered. It spilled on the floor. Upon cleanup, the handle was broken. I gripped it so hard that the handle shattered and gravity took over. I gasped softly and leaned down, picking up the pieces of shattered and stained glass. It was silent. It was awkward. The feeling was very tense in the room. After a minute of silence, I opened my mouth.
"Go with him."
"But Kiri-"
"I know you don't love him. But he's your friend and you think he's attractive. And..." I trailed off.
...And I really want to go with you. I love you, (Y/N). That's what I wanted to say.
"What?" She asked, standing up and limping over, helping me with the glass.
"A-and I think you two would be cute together." Despite the pain and jealously in my voice, I mustered a fake smile. (Y/N) stopped cleaning and looked at me, hands on two small clean spots of the floor.
"But Kirito I lov-" she stopped herself and her face turned bright red. She hung her head, her (H/C) bangs covering her eyes. I looked up at her curiously, my face tinted pink.
"You... What...?"
"I-It's nothing..."
"You sure?"
"Y-yeah..."
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~Your POV~

My face started to turn darker and darker when I realized how close of a call that was. I swallowed hard and glanced at him.
"Are y-you going with anyone?"
"I was gonna ask someone... But she might go with someone else now."
Now?
"Ooohhh, Kirito, you like someone~? Who!?" I asked, leaning closer that our faces practically touched. He pulled away and blushed more.
"I-it's nothing..."
"Please tell me!"
"I can't..."
"Eh~? Why not?"
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~Kirito's POV~

Nows the chance. The perfect time to tell her. I can use this chance... Come on...
"W-Well... I-it's..." Exhaling deeply, I picked up the last of the glass and threw it away. I grabbed paper towels and cleaned up the mess I had made.
I can't do it. I can't tell her. I'm too scared of rejection.
"I-I'm sorry, (Y/N), I can't tell you." My voice was a mixture of seriousness, sadness and fear. She looked at me and nodded, standing up and extending an arm to me.
"It's alright Kirito," she started, grabbing my hand and pulling me up. She was so strong I flew forward a little.
"You can tell me when you want to." She smiled at me and my face turned floral.
But... I love you...