Enter first year (y/n)
''Aran!'' You yelled to the boy.
Aran was your childhood friend. You've known him for so long that you knew practically everything about him. You both even go to the same highschool, you were surprised when you saw him here. You loved him a lot. Ever since you were kids, you loved him. Platonically AND romantically.
Aran laughed as he felt you squeeze his arm. He had left without telling you to tease you so genuinely you would be mad but he thought it was adorable at how you would always squeeze his arm to indicate you were mad at him.
''Where did you go?'' You asked.
'' Well, I had to talk to someone. I thought you'd be okay being without me for a few seconds.''
''I'm okay, I was just a bit alarmed when I didn't see you.'' You said letting go of his arm.
''So, you have volleyball practice right? Do you want me to wait for you until it's done or do you want me to just head home on my own?'' You asked Aran as you both walked the school.
Aran nodded and you two chatted before you decided to go off to your locker.
While you were there, a small note dropped out of it. It was small but delicate. It was folded with care, as it appeared so. You looked around for a bit and you didn't see anyone looking out of place.
You unfolded the letter and there was just one sentence on it.
''I'm much more once I see you.''
That's all it said. You looked around to see if there was anything else but there was nothing. You decided to fold the letter back up and keep it. You didn't think much about it. It was a simple sentence but you smiled once you closed your locker. You didn't know over the course of the next few weeks, you would receive two letters each week.
They were sweet and cute messages.
''That sentence sounds a bit creepy.'' A classmate said.
''It's not! It's sweet.'' You said playfully pushing her.
The messages made you feel better. You didn't know if it counted as a secret admirer or not, sometimes the messages were just sweet encouragement quotes for the day and sometimes they seemed to have a bit more romantic gestures to them. Either way, you smiled once you saw them in your locker and you kept every single one.
'' Maybe today, will you meet me in front of the school?''
This time it had a rose attached to it. It was such a cute but well-planned letter. To you, they seemed mature. You weren't sure what you wanted to do with this. You loved Aran but you wanted to see this person and thank them at least so that's what you did.
After school, you waited. That's all you did. You waited in front of the school as the question asked. Like all beautiful fairytales, no one came. By the time you were giving up, volleyball practice was apparently over as you heard Aran call your name.
You turned to see him walking towards you and you hid the note behind your hand. You were about to answer as you saw someone running towards your way. You squinted as they got closer. Once the person finally reached you two you finally got a good look at him.
He was a short boy with light gray hair with black tips. He was panting and you didn't even notice his brown eyes due to him looking down and panting. It took him a while but soon he caught his breath.
He looked at you but his eyes reverted as you stared at him with sunken eyes. He looked between you and Aran then bowed.
''Sorry.'' He said as he walked away calmly as if nothing happened.
You ignored that little situation as you looked at Aran.
''I'm going to my locker. Hold on.'' You said not even waiting for Aran's response. You were a bit disappointed about the notes but you should've seen it coming. It didn't matter to you anyway.
Aran walked up to Kita calmly. He was surprised when he saw Kita sawing, he couldn't really tell what kind of smile it was, whether it was a genuine one or a sad one.
''Couldn't do it, Kita?'' Aran asked.
''I guess, not today.''
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𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑- 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐒.
Romance❝𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄.❞ °♡. ⋄ও ⤿𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀 °♡⋄. 〴 it's hard when the person you love doesn't acknowledge your growing feelings.❞ ❝ she just doesn't get it does she? ❞ ...