𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇; 𝗆𝗂𝗒𝖺 𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗎

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

«𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑.»

"(Y/N)." You heard from behind you as you devoured your breakfast at one of the many tables in the university. You turned around with your mouth still full, looking like a squirrel. You saw that it was your best friend, Yamamoto Azami. You waited for her to sit next to you, to see what she wanted. "What time is your first class?"

You frowned at her question, finishing swallowing what you had in your mouth. You had a drink from your water bottle. Then you took your phone out of your backpack that was on the table, looking at the time.

7:45 am

"I have Digital Graphic Design at eight. And then at ten thirty I have Introduction to Multimedia." You answered while collecting your things from class in your backpack. You took the leftover food, got up from the bench, headed for the trash can and threw everything away. You returned to the table, taking your backpack to place it on one shoulder. You posed your gaze on the one with short hair. "Why? One of your teachers didn't come?"

Azami nodded, pouting knowing that she would probably spend two hours alone. You giggled, waving for her to follow you, which she did. They entered the main building, going left to go to the lockers.

"What will you do when you finish your classes?" You asked while looking for your locker so that you could take the book you needed. You were in a pretty hurry for your class, but you were grateful that your locker was right in front of your classroom. You saw the professor from afar, whom you saluted with a bow.

23. 24. 25. 26. 27 and 28.

"As today I will only take one class at the same time that you take the second, well I will wait for you with' Samu in front of this building to go to eat. " She replied as she looked at something on her phone.

You placed the code, opening it slowly. You directly took the book you needed for the first class. You opened the book to see something and you noticed how a folded paper fell to the ground. You bent down to take it, somewhat confused. When you opened it you noticed that it was made from the computer, which you found funny.

November 13

I know this will seem strange, because who leaves letters of this type in the middle of the 21st century? I guess no one, but I decided to go the old-fashioned way, clichéd as it might sound. Now how do I say it? Well I like you, (Y/N). You are such a sweet, charismatic and humble girl. I love that you don't care who anyone is and you're going to help them. Being the first letter, I will only tell you this and little by little I will give you clues. So calm down, I'm not crazy or pedophile.

You didn't realize you were smiling until you saw Azami was taking pictures of you while laughing. You rolled your eyes at her, ignoring her as you tucked the letter into the right pocket of your backpack.

"You have a secret crush, uh." She teased, nudging you to your side. You hit her back so Azami would stop bothering you.

You were somewhat ashamed of the situation, as you had never received a letter of this type. Inside of you, you felt special that someone was watching you, even if it seemed very strange. You felt your heart race just thinking who the person behind it could be. You closed your locker, just at that moment the teacher stood in front of the room, implying that we should go inside.

"Atsumu came?" You asked Azami as you walked into your classroom. "I haven't seen him since I arrived."

"I saw him arrive with Osamu, but he went directly to the rest of the Volleyball team." Azami answered you with a smile, then waved goodbye and disappeared into the hall full of students.

You walked into the living room, going straight to your seat in the back. You took your laptop out of your backpack, putting it on the table, since you didn't like the computers of the university. You turned it on, waiting for the teacher to start class. You verified your messages of your phone, having one from Atsumu. Just as you were going to answer, you heard the teacher closing the classroom door, which meant he was going to start. You ended up leaving Atsumu's message to read, leaving the cell phone next to the laptop to pay attention to the class.

"Good morning students." The professor began to speak.