The OC above has a crush on yours!

"A crush?? But we only had one date!" Ken exclaimed with an exasperated look. "And all you did the entire time was call me an idiot, idiot! Is that the same cat outfit as last time too? Sheesh, you're way too weird!" the idol huffed as he crossed his arms, turning his back to her. To Clover, it may have seemed like he was irritated, but honestly he was hiding his blushing face from her. He'd had plenty of confessions before, but he didn't know what made her so different. He felt a little excited, maybe even relieved, and he didn't know why.
Finally figuring out what to do, he turned around, trying to look as nonchalant as possible. "Fine. I GUESS I'll humor you. Besides, it's not like you get to date a famous celebrity everyday, huh? You oughta be grateful!" he boasted while pointing his thumb at himself.

(YOU KNOW I HAD TO DO IT TO 'EM)

"Какого х...Err..I mean what the? Who the fuck are you and what you want from me?" The girl wasn't looking happy with the situation at all, on the contrary, she was extremely angry at the red-haired boy confessing here to her; she had just finished fighting with some dumb but really strong moster, a bunch of new bruises and scratches on her body and sweat dripping down her red from all that running and fighting face.

 Tanya didn't know what to say, after all, she wasn't confessed to that often...or ever to be exact; she didn't even want to start this cinversation at the first place! Everything she wanted at that moment was going home and having some rest, drinking some beer would be pretty good too...but absolutely not talking to some strange acting guys! "Ugh Flan! Talk with him for me! I have no time for such...Бля, неважно! Я ухожу!"  She said to the small creature somewhat resembling a cat that appeared out of nowhere. 

Yes, she could just let Flan handle this situation, right? After all, he was much better at handling situations like this than her. Tanya took a cigarette out of her pocket after turning into her normal form, lighted it, made a deep inhale and went in unknown direction leaving the two behind.

"Oh no, that's so bad..." Leslie is dealing with his bad habit once again, biting his nails. The poor man can't help it anyway, he's too anxious because of the situation. "I don't think this is gonna work... I mean, there's several factors of why this wouldn't work" He cracks a smile, but he isn't laughing at the situation. Leslie just doesn't know what to do. "First of all you are too young and---You shouldn't smoke either, that's unhealthy and you are too young!!" He repeats himself. "Besides, let's just say that uh...Girls aren't much my cup of yea"

Leslie ends up with his hands on the back of his neck. He's anxious and he just wants to leave, and go back home. Being out of his confort zone is just an anxious bomb.

(I'm sorry, I had to put these two anxious blue boys in the same room together)

"Oh, that's, um, thank you? I'm flattered, really, but I don't, um, think-- you don't leave the house, I don't know how that would work? I don't really even have a house? So props to you for that, that is-- I admire that? Also I like girls??" Bane is drumming his hands on his thighs and looking like he wants to escape. "I'm going to go now, but nice... cat statues, yeah??"

"Oh, dear..."

A blush starts rising on her face. She's flattered, but... there are so many reasons this would not work. She's gay. She doesn't know him. She'll probably outlive this guy. But most importantly:

"I-I apologize, but I'm afraid I'm spoken for," she says, nervously fiddling with her hair. "K-Keep your head up, though! I'm sure you'll find someone!"

Lucifer's mask smiles, "You... Have a crush on me...? My. Now isn't that something...?" Lucifer chuckles as they tilt their head,

"Curious I would say... But you say you're spoken for? My, I think you're in some deep trouble if that is the fact of things, dear."

Alessa lowers her head, bowing somewhat respectfully in front of the angel. "While I am honored that an angel would take an interest in me... I'm afraid I cannot accept your feelings." She stands back up, a stern yet apologetic look to her expression. "It just doesn't seem right to me..."

"Well... this is new," Alcott mumbled while rubbing his chin, a cigarette poking out of his lips. "First off, how'd you even learn about me?" He pales a little at the sight of her weapon, his black wing twitching. "Well, uh, whatever the case, I'm glad whatever brought you here turned into affection. Still, I don't think it'd work out. I do just about all the things you dislike, and you'll REALLY dislike me during the new moon. Sorry kid, can't do it."

"You? Have a crush on me. Odd, you don't seem like the type to go for someone as... how do I put it... extravagant as I. Though I do admit, you're kind of hot." She awkwardly raises her eyebrows for a moment. "I don't think you really want to associate with someone like me. I have a lot on my plate, and you're already a teacher. We'd barely see eachother. My apologies." She walks away, her stride not as confident as it usually is.

"Oh... Hehe... This is uncomfortable... I feel honoured! That a queen would feel that way for me! But... Uh... I."
He seems nervous, his eyes are looking at a different direction.
"Well, uh, I don't fell the same! It's hard to say this, but I'm think I'm not good for you! also please don't cut my head" 
Claude is now trying to escape, as he is unsure what Forsythia would do to him after being rejected.
"Still, we can try being friends!! I, uh, I have to go!!!"
He ran away.



^{(.im kind of bored of Claude always saying "no" so maybe next time i'll try to get him to accept! But he's way too in love with someone else haha)}

"Oh!" Rinko's eyes widen at the confession. She fiddles with the ends of her sleeves nervously, unsure if she should keep looking at Claude or if she should look elsewhere. "Um..." It takes her a moment before she realizes she should respond in order to end the awkward silence. "That's very flattering! Thank you? But, you see, I don't really feel the same..." He was cute, sure, but there was something... creepy about him, like something sinister lurking just beneath the surface. She wasn't sure how or why, but she could practically feel it. Hoping to not upset him and find out what that feeling was about, Rinko flashes him a bright smile. "We could still do stuff, though! Heck, maybe you'll find somebody else as cute as me and she'll return the feelings, huh?"

"Huhh? A crush?" Zehel's visible eye opened wide, and he hunched his shoulders so the majority of his face was hidden behind his scarf. If he hadn't, a light blush would've been visible over his cheeks. He fiddled with the cuffs of his sleeves nervously, and shifted his weight from one leg to another. "I'm sorry, I don't feel the same." This girl was certainly a little overwhelming for the quiet, solitary gijinka. For someone who liked the company of silence, Rinko just seemed a little too much to handle. "Thank you for the kind thought though. I hope you find someone who returns your feelings."

'She's so...big.!' her height was the first thing Aldrik had noticed. Although she was a vampire, Charlotte had a completely different vibe compared to the ones he previously met. "Oh uh thank you, that's...really flattering." He avoided making eye contact with the woman in front of him. Aldrik didn't know what or how to reply to her confession, because she was practically into girls. He then began to think if this was some sort of a joke. "I'd hate to say this, but this is a joke, isn't it?" The tip of his ears began to flush as he tried to maintain his composure. "Well whatever it is you're trying to do, i-it's not funny!"