Say Yes, Mr. President! [BxB]

"For you." Ulysses said as he extended a box of chocolate and a rose to the person he likes for four whole years.Even though he gathered all the courage he can for this "big day" of his, he still can't raise his head to look at the other. He likes this certain girl in his class. However, he doesn't have the courage to confess to her.The truth is, this girl is the so-called campus crush in their school. She got a lot of confessions and there are a lot more who's like him that don't have the courage to do so.Now, on their last Valentine's day in high school, he decided to tell her. It doesn't matter if she won't see him the way he does towards her. What matters the most is that he's able to tell her what he truly feels. Because if he won't he's afraid that he might regret this for the rest of his life."Psst... psst!" Mico, the student council secretary, who is hiding on the nearby tree tried to get his attention. "Mr. President!"Ulysses slowly turns his head in his

The next day, Dylan finds everyone around him strange.The way they stare at him is different than the usual. It seems their stares look suspicious like there's a hidden meaning on them. Even the girls that used to get excited when he's passing their way seem to be... gossiping while staring at him. It's almost like they're seeing him deep inside and judging his soul.On the other hand, Denise looks so happy today. She's unusually cheerful even before they go to school. It seems like she knows something fun is going to happen."What's up with you today?" He can't bear to see his sister like this anymore and finally asked."Hmm? Well... nothing? Do you need any reason to be happy?" She replied. acting all innocent.This is really strange. Just yesterday, she's so down that her club isn't receiving financial support from school anytime soon. And now, she acts like she just hit the jackpot."Okay?" Dylan doesn't think it's really "nothing".There must be something

First Attempt:It's recess time and Ulysses didn't have the plan to go out to the canteen. As usual, he brought his own snacks and eats all by himself inside the classroom.Meanwhile, a commotion starts to ignite as Dylan makes his way back to their classroom."See? Mister president and our prince aren't dating! If they are, they should have gone to the canteen together." Even though Ulysses is a little distant from the entrance, he still can hear the girls outside."Right? Of course, Dylan would not date a guy. And a nerdy someone too. Ulysses will only cause his boredom.""Exactly!""Gosh, this person is too handsome. Too handsome!""Girls, please, let me through." Dylan said with a full smile. The female students surrounded him as usual that made him hard to go in and out of the classroom.He loves the attention he gets for the four years he's studying in Northwestern High School. However, he has an image of a prince to girls, especially to those who are a

"Tch. Look at you, sleeping so soundly while I'm having a hard time reading your handwriting." Dylan stares at Ulysses, who is napping in his chair, with a pair of sharp eyes. "You should write properly, yeah?"Fate is playing with Dylan. He said to himself that he will stay here even if they end up staying until eight in the evening. And now, it's already 7:43 pm, almost eight!However, there is still a piece of good news in the flood of unfortunate events. He managed to input every word of every page of Ulysses' barely readable 13-page handwritten report. He also printed it and placed it in the folder with his handwritten report.He dropped it in his desk, creating a sound that echoed in the entirety of this small office. Hoping this would wake him up.One... two... three... No reaction.Ulysses didn't even move a single muscle, not even slightly opening his eyes. There's no sign that he'll wake up any time soon.This didn't make Dylan give up. he picks up the fo

Ulysses stares at Dylan's back as his figure goes smaller the farther he gets. He didn't go inside his room until his vision lost him.The night is chilly and if he stays a little longer, he's afraid he'll catch a cold.He'd be lying if he says this apartment he's renting doesn't make him feel lonely.In fact, every time he goes back here, he's reminded that he's alone in this journey in achieving his dreams; to be a teacher someday. Even if sometimes he feels like his "unseen friend" makes him feel his presence by dropping things on the floor, or banging/opening his door, and even hiding things, it still feels different to be with another human being.He enters his small room and turns on the only lightbulb.There's nothing much inside. Just a wooden table good for two with a rice cooker on top of it, a study table, and a bed.Although the lightings inside his room is a little dim, his vision is strangely darker than usual. It got worse until he feels dizzy.Ul