In math: My solution
In history: My queen
In science: My oxygen
In geography: My world

Emiru, you don’t know my name,
But I know yours—I whisper it like a prayer.
Every stream, every frame,
I’m there. Always there.

Your voice crackles through my screen,
Soft, sharp, perfect—just for me.
Every giggle, every sigh,
I save them, replay them, let them sink inside.

I see you on Instagram, frozen in time,
A thousand versions of you, all divine.
Pink hair, black hair, ribbons, lace,
Every post—another reason to chase.

I leave comments you’ll never see,
I type confessions you’ll never read.
Still, I wait, still, I watch,
Trapped in your world, tied in a knot.

You’re real, but you feel like a dream,
A light behind glass, just out of reach.
But that’s okay—I’ll stay right here,
Lurking, loving, year after yea

I wasn’t looking for love that day. I was just another guy drifting through the packed halls of Anime Expo, lost in a sea of cosplayers, vendors, and the occasional dude carrying a way too big anime sword. My plan was simple—buy merch, take cool photos, maybe survive off overpriced nachos.

Then I saw her.

She stood near a booth showcasing some new Anime, completely unaware that she had just reset my entire existence. Long silver-white hair, a flowing cape, perfect makeup—like she had stepped straight out of an anime and into reality. I didn’t even know the character, but it didn’t matter. She wore it like she had been born for it.

I barely realized I was staring until she looked straight at me. Caught. My brain scrambled for an escape route, but then—she smiled. Just a tiny, knowing smirk, like she had caught me red-handed and didn’t mind at all.

I had to say something. Anything.

"Uh—hey. Your cosplay is insane. Can I get a picture?"

She laughed, tilting her head. "Only if you tell me who you’re cosplaying as."

I glanced down at my plain anime T-shirt and shrugged. "Background character."

That made her actually laugh, and I swear I felt my heart short-circuit.

One picture turned into a conversation. One conversation turned into walking the halls together. I found out her name was Emily, that she loves playing games, and that she was just as obsessed with DDR as I was.

That’s when I saw my shot.

"There’s an arcade a few blocks from here," I said, trying to sound casual, like I wasn’t already praying for a yes. "They’ve got DDR. Wanna go after the con?"

She grinned. "Only if you can keep up with me."

The arcade was packed, but that didn’t matter. The neon lights, the chaotic noise of machines, the smell of cheap pizza—it all blurred into the background because she was there.

We jumped on the DDR machine, and she absolutely destroyed me in the first round. And the second. And the third. By the time I managed to barely win one, we were both breathless, laughing, chugging soda like our lives depended on it.

"Okay, okay," she panted, brushing her silver wig back. "You’re not bad. But…" She leaned in slightly, eyes playful. "You’re still not better than me."

God, she was unreal.

"I demand a rematch," I said, stepping closer, heart hammering for reasons that had nothing to do with DDR.

She didn’t back away. "What do I get if I win?"

I swallowed. My brain screamed at me not to say it. But I did anyway.

"A kiss."

She didn’t laugh. Didn’t tease. Just smiled.

"Deal."

I lost. Horribly.

But before I could even think about what came next, she took a step forward, grabbed my collar, and pulled me in.

Her lips were soft, warm, perfect—the kind of kiss that makes the rest of the world disappear. The arcade, the flashing lights, the people cheering at a Street Fighter match nearby—it all melted away. It was just her. Just us.

When she pulled back, she smirked. "Told you I’d win."

And just like that, I knew I was completely, hopelessly gone...




If Emiru has 1000 fans, I am one of them ❤️
If Emiru has 100 fans, I am one of them 🧡
If Emiru has 10 fans, I am one of them 💛
If Emiru has 1 fan, that's me 💚
If Emiru has 0 fans then I'm dead 💙
If the world is against Emi, I am against the world 💜
✨👑 Emiru is my queen 👑✨



I don’t really know how to start this without my heart trying to beat out of my chest, but here goes nothing. I like you. No, scratch that—I really like you. More than I probably should, more than I ever expected to. And I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but being around you makes everything feel different. Better. Like my world was in black and white, and then you came along and flipped the switch to color.

You have this energy about you, this light that makes everything feel more exciting, like life isn’t just something to get through—it’s something to enjoy. Whether you’re talking about something you love, getting lost in a game, or absolutely killing it in one of your cosplays, you have this way of making things feel magical. Seriously, when you cosplay, it’s like you’re not just dressing up—you become the character. One second, you're this adorable anime protagonist, and the next, you're this confident, powerful queen. And no matter who you’re cosplaying, you own it.

But as much as I love all of that, it’s not just about how talented or beautiful you are. It’s about you. The way you light up when you’re passionate about something. The way your laugh can make even the worst days feel okay again. The way you make people feel seen, like they matter. Like I matter.

And I guess what I’m trying to say—the whole reason I’m pouring my heart out like an absolute idiot—is that I want to be more than just another person in your life. I want to be the one who hypes you up when you’re doubting yourself, the one who listens to you talk about your latest obsession for hours, the one who’s just there, beside you, through everything.

So, yeah. That’s it. That’s my heart, right there in the open. No pressure, no expectations—I just needed you to know. Because you, Emiru, deserve to be told how amazing you are. And if there’s even the smallest chance that you might feel the same way…well, I’d love to take that chance. 💗