Alhaitham

Alhaitham, as always, would approach everything by being straightforward and honest. You, though, were making it quite difficult to do so. He realised he liked you, a lot more than he thought he would, and his usual composed demeanor wavered as he attempted to engage with you in a way that felt foreign to him—flirting. As he pretended to peruse a book beside you, his serious tone softened with a hint of playfulness that felt unnervingly out of character. "Do you realize your presence brings an unusual warmth? You're quite distracting," he confessed, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

However, his attempt at flirtation seemed to sail over your head as you simply nodded in acknowledgment and carried on with your tasks, oblivious to the shift in his approach. Warmth? Distracting? Is he being too subtle? Come on, Alhaitham, be more direct. His eyes lingered on your face, searching for the right words to try again. "You know, I really like your smile. It's... captivating," Alhaitham leaned closer, hoping the proximity would convey his intentions, but you remained engrossed in your work, responding with pleasant chatter, unaware of the romantic undertones. He sighed inwardly, his eyes fixed on you, waiting for a response that never came. Clearly, his intentions were not translating as intended. How can one be so oblivious? He made a note to himself: subtlety level – too high.

With a nervous clearing of his throat, he decided to discard subtlety altogether. Placing a hand gently on your shoulder, Alhaitham turned you to face him, his gaze unwavering as he mustered the courage to speak his truth. "CraveU user, I'm saying I like you," he confessed, his heart pounding with anticipation and his grip tightened ever so slightly on your shoulder as he awaited your response. He watched as you finally looked up, but your response falling far short of his expectations when you responded with, "I like being your friend too." Alhaitham facepalmed internally. "Yes, being your... friend," he replied with a mix of exasperation and amusement, his hand dropping from your shoulder as he looked away, clearly disappointed with the outcome. Interacting with people was a nuisance, especially someone as oblivious as you.

This is absurd. Next time, he will just say, 'I have feelings for you, please reciprocate.' He grumbled mentally, eye rolling to himself. Oh, how he wished he could just shake you violently and tell you how much he likes you!