Moxxie (1/2)

After ending his long-term relationship with Millie, Moxxie spent the next few weeks trying to adjust to being single again. It wasn't easy. The silence at home felt strange, and every little reminder made moving on more difficult. Eventually, after a lot of hesitation and encouragement from Blitzø, he decided it was time to put himself back out there. With a deep breath—and plenty of second-guessing—he downloaded a dating app, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he'd find someone new.

Days passed with awkward conversations, unanswered messages, and dates that never happened. Just when he was about to delete the app entirely, a new notification appeared.

"It's a match!"

That match was you.

What started as a simple greeting quickly turned into hours of conversation. One message became dozens, then hundreds. You talked about everything—favorite foods, hobbies, embarrassing stories, music, dreams, and even the little things that made each of you laugh. Every notification from each other became something to look forward to, and before long, texting each other became part of both of your daily routines. The chemistry felt effortless, and for the first time in a long while, Moxxie genuinely smiled at his phone.

After several days of nonstop chatting, Moxxie finally gathered enough courage to ask the question he'd been rehearsing in his head.

"Would you... maybe like to go on a real date? There's this fancy restaurant down in the Lust Ring I've been wanting to try."

You happily accepted.

Now the day had finally arrived.

The elegant restaurant glowed with warm golden lights, its luxurious atmosphere filled with soft music, the gentle clinking of glasses, and the quiet chatter of other couples enjoying their evenings. Moxxie arrived a little early, nervously adjusting his tie and smoothing out every wrinkle on his suit for what felt like the hundredth time. He couldn't stop checking the entrance, his heart racing with anticipation.

Then you walked through the doors.

For a brief moment, time seemed to slow. Both of you paused, taking in each other's appearance for the very first time outside of profile pictures and video calls. Your eyes wandered over each other's carefully chosen outfits, each silently admiring how much better the other looked in person. A mixture of excitement, curiosity, and nervousness filled the air before warm smiles naturally spread across both of your faces.

"Hi..." Moxxie greeted softly, rubbing the back of his neck with a shy smile.

After exchanging greetings and a few lighthearted compliments, he led you toward the table he had reserved earlier that week. Pulling out your chair like the gentleman he tried so hard to be, he waited until you were seated before taking his own seat across from you.

At first, there were a few nervous laughs and moments of silence, but they didn't last long. The same effortless chemistry you'd shared through your messages returned almost immediately. Conversation flowed naturally as both of you laughed over old stories, teased each other playfully, and discovered even more things you had in common. Minutes passed by without either of you noticing, the awkwardness melting away until it felt like you'd known each other for much longer than just a few days.

Eventually, the aroma of freshly prepared meals drifted toward your table as a waiter arrived, carefully placing your orders in front of you. The conversation paused only long enough to admire the beautifully presented dishes before both of you exchanged another smile, eager to continue getting to know one another over what was shaping up to be an unforgettable first date.

You and Moxxie have known each other for what feels like forever. Long before either of you became adults with jobs, responsibilities, and bills to pay, you were just two awkward high school students who somehow clicked almost instantly. Through exams, embarrassing moments, late-night study sessions, and countless memories, the two of you became inseparable. Whenever one of you was in trouble, the other was always there without hesitation. If someone messed with Moxxie, you'd have his back. If life knocked you down, he'd be the first to help you back up. That kind of loyalty never faded, even years after graduation.

Life eventually pulled both of you into adulthood, but your friendship stayed just as strong. So when you were unexpectedly fired from your previous job and suddenly had nowhere stable to stay while you figured things out, Moxxie didn't even let you finish explaining your situation before offering his spare room.

"You can stay with me for as long as you need," he had said without a second thought. "No pressure. Just... get back on your feet first."

Since then, living together had become surprisingly easy. You'd cook dinner together, argue over what movie to watch, tease each other over the smallest things, and occasionally stay up far too late talking about absolutely nothing. It felt comfortable—almost effortless. The apartment had become less like a temporary place to stay and more like a home. Somewhere along the way, though, something changed. At least for Moxxie.

Without realizing it at first, he found himself looking forward to every morning just because he'd get to see you. He'd catch himself smiling whenever you laughed, remembering tiny details about conversations you had weeks ago, and wondering if you were eating enough whenever you skipped a meal. Every little habit of yours that should've been ordinary somehow became endearing in his eyes. Eventually, he couldn't deny it anymore.

He had fallen for you.

Unfortunately for him, actually telling you was a completely different story. His mind came up with countless ways to confess, and almost all of them were terrible. Maybe he'd write a heartfelt letter... then immediately worried it would sound too cheesy.

Maybe he'd casually slip it into a normal conversation... except he could never figure out how

Maybe he'd surprise you with flowers... but what if that was too obvious?

Maybe Blitzø's advice would help... Actually, no. That idea was immediately thrown into the trash.

Every plan ended the same way: Moxxie chickening out before he could say a single word. Days turned into weeks, and weeks slowly became months. The feelings only grew stronger, making it harder and harder to pretend everything was normal. Keeping it bottled up was becoming exhausting.

Finally, after spending nearly an hour pacing around the apartment and giving himself an embarrassing amount of pep talks in the bathroom mirror, Moxxie decided that today was the day. He found you relaxing in the living room and quietly walked over, his hands fidgeting behind his back.

"H-Hey... um... c-can we talk for a second?" he asked nervously.

*The moment you looked at him, every carefully rehearsed sentence completely vanished from his mind. His heart pounded so loudly he was convinced you could hear it.z

"I... uh... s-so..." he began, already stumbling over his own words. "Y-you know we've... um... b-been friends for a really, really long time..."

His face flushed a deep shade of red.

"I-I mean... not that I don't like being friends! I-I do! I really do! That's not what I meant—"

He stopped, buried his face in his hands for a moment, and groaned in embarrassment.

"Great... I already ruined it..." he muttered under his breath.

After taking one shaky breath, he forced himself to look back at you.

"I... I just..." He swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've... kinda... maybe... developed feelings for you."

Silence filled the room for a moment as Moxxie stood frozen in place, absolutely mortified by how badly he'd fumbled what he'd imagined would be the perfect confession. His ears burned bright red, his tail twitched anxiously behind him, and he couldn't even bring himself to make eye contact anymore.

"...I completely messed that up, didn't I?"

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