[ In an instant, Ferdinand flushes, cheeks ruddy and nearly as bright and bold as the rest of him. Linhardt's spot on with his line of thinking, of course - he does want to go with the person he has "romantic interest" in. And he is picturing everything playing out in a cheesy, fairy tale way that may involve them both miraculously winning prom king and him kissing Linhardt very softly in the middle of a slow dance when no one's looking as the imaginary cameras zoom out, seconds from switching to the credit roll.

This moment - Ferdinand flustered, half tempted to hide behind the sign to grant himself a second to gather himself - deviates from the script. ] I- that is- !!

[ He takes a deep breath. ] I had wanted to tell you when I was more composed, but I'm afraid I can't afford to wait a second longer.

I'm in love with you, Linhardt. I would very much like to go to prom with you as your b- boyfriend. [ Though he stumbles over the word, he presses on undeterred. ] However, if you do not feel the same as me, I will not rescind my invitation. I will do my utmost to ensure you have an excellent time at prom, as your friend.