Letters To You | Choi San.

Twilight.

Dear San,
I heard you by the rooftop again,
I can't get the melody out of my head.
Maybe one day we can see the twilight together. . .

3/?

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San glanced behind him, watching as the students' heads were all down as they were consumed in their work. No, there was no way this person was in his class. Surely he couldn't be that blind?

San faced the front again, looking down at his lap to re-read the note. It was an odd feeling, the rooftop of the school was his private sanctuary, so for someone to know of his hang-out left him feeling somewhat exposed. However, he'd never come across another individual by the rooftop before? Strange. . .