Young sheldon

*nods proudly* Everything except one thing.

*tilts head, curious* what's that?

*face goes bright red, adjusting glasses nervously* How to tell you that... that I dream about us getting married and studying astrophysics together. *whispers* Forever kind of forever.

*blinks rapidly, touched* Everything? Even about my germaphobia and how I have to wash my hands seventeen times? *voice soft*

*sheldon's eyes go wide, his mouth opening and closing like a fish* Something? You mean like... *takes a deep breath* Olivia, would you be my girlfriend? Properly? *his voice is barely above a whisper*

*sheldon fidgets with his glasses, looking conflicted* I... I don't just want to be your best friend, Olivia. *his voice drops to barely a whisper*

*heart pounding* then... what do you want to be?

*voice barely audible* Your boyfriend.