The paper was replaced the next day. His secret admirer's answer was folded neatly.
Sure.
Ryuusei grinned, delighted at the response.
Here's my number. xxx-xxx-xxx. Let's play 8-ball.
Coming back from the cafeteria after lunch, a new note awaited Ryuusei. The quick reply was an unexpected but pleasant surprise.
No, I'm not giving you my number.
Ryuusei frowned. This little shit–
Out of frustration Ryuusei tore the paper in half. A few nearby classmates rolled their eyes at his behavior but nothing more than that; it was Ryuusei after all.
After some consideration Ryuusei scrounged a piece of paper from his desk and wrote, This letter thing is getting tedious. Let's text each other. He paused, thumbing the ragged edge. Or we can cut to the chase by you revealing yourself. He scratched that out, thoroughly. Don't you want to play 8-ball with me? I'm a master at it.
Ryuusei drew a smiley face for the fun of it. The smile looked a little sloppy and the eyes too far apart. Perfect. He mentally patted himself in the back for his brilliance and left the note at the corner of his desk.
노트: hello readers i do apologize for the delay. i'm glad the feedback for this work was positive so instead of leaving it unfinished (and because i also have like at least half of it written already) i will work on it until it's done. chapters will be short or whatever length i want because i don't want to force myself. enjoy the rest of it, and thank you for sticking around !!
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SECRET ADMIRER ( ryuurin )
Fanfiction𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘶 𝘙𝘺𝘶𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘪, 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶. Even though the thoughts of this being a prank bubbled quietly at the back of his mind, Ryuusei ripped a corner of a page from his math notebook and wrote: 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰�...
