𝖲𝖨𝖭𝖢𝖤𝖱𝖤𝖫𝖸 𝖸𝖮𝖴𝖱𝖲, 𝖴𝖭𝖪𝖭𝖮𝖶𝖭 : : 𝖲. 𝖪𝖨𝖸𝖮𝖮𝖬𝖨

✉ 𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡ℎ 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟

-ˏˋ⋆ 𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 moonnoya ⋆ˊˎ-

For these past few weeks, Sakusa had an important goal on his mind. And that goal is to find out the identity of his secret admirer. Unfortunately, he had no leads or clues that could point to his secret admirer identity, except for a person that he suspected.

Sakusa glanced down at his opened textbook and tiredly sighed. Ah yes, aside from finding out the identity of his secret admirer he also needed to review his lessons for his upcoming quiz.

The cold air of the library's air conditioner with the faint scent of books relaxed his shoulders as he started reading the highlighted words.

After 30 minutes of continuously reading his lectures, Sakusa found his head throb in pain when he looked at the jungle of words he had yet to read. He found himself clicking his tongue in irritation when nothing came inside his brain.

"Excuse me Sakusa-kun?"

Sakusa glanced upwards from his textbooks when he heard a familiar voice and saw (L / n) who he happened to get close to these past weeks. Well, not that close to call a friend, he just considered her as an acquaintance ouch. She was standing in front of his table with her (f / c) bag slung on her left shoulder and multiple stacks of textbooks on her arms.

"Can I sit here?" she asked him quietly as she points at the vacant seat in front of him.

Sakusa studies her for a few more moments to see if she was clean or not, seeing that the girl was clean he nodded in approval. The girl gave him a thankful smile. He watched her as she gently put the textbooks on the table and quietly sat on the chair in front of him. After a few more moments of analyzing the girl in front of him, Sakusa returned his attention to his textbook.

The two studied in comfortable silence. But for some reason, Sakusa couldn't help but glance at the girl's exquisite fingers. N̶o̶, h̶e̶ d̶o̶e̶s̶n̶'t̶ h̶a̶v̶e̶ a̶ h̶a̶n̶d̶ f̶e̶t̶i̶s̶h̶.

"You have such exquisite fingers," he suddenly blurted out.

(L/n) dropped the pen she was holding in shock. She snapped her head at an alarming speed towards Sakusa.

"Pardon?" she mumbled with her eyes wide not believing what she had currently heard.

"Your fingers, they're exquisite," he repeated pointing at her fingers.

(L/n) blinked twice processing what he said before blushing madly. E̶e̶e̶e̶e̶e̶k̶! T̶h̶e̶ g̶r̶e̶a̶t̶ S̶a̶k̶u̶s̶a̶ K̶i̶y̶o̶o̶m̶i̶ h̶a̶d̶ c̶o̶m̶p̶l̶e̶m̶e̶n̶t̶e̶d̶ m̶e̶! A̶a̶A̶a̶a̶A̶h̶H̶H̶h̶h̶h̶!!

"A-ah thank you for the complement Sakusa-kun." Sakusa watches as she picks up the pen that she had dropped, "I guess my fingers are like this since I play the piano." she mumbled softly fiddling with her pen.

Sakusa's ears perk up, "You play the piano?" he asked curiously.

"Mhm.." (L/n) nodded her head before continuing her work. She didn't notice how Sakusa was staring at her in suspicion.

After finding out that her favorite color was (f/c) and she knows how to play the piano his suspicion about the (h/c)nette instantly doubled.

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Volleyball practice had just ended and like the usual Sakusa was waiting outside the gym for Komori. He sighed in annoyance under his mask, he swore that one of these days he might just ditch his cousin for taking too long.

Sakusa took out the (f/c) envelope from his bag. He took the letter out of the envelope and started reading it.

Dear Sakusa-kun,

This letter is 99.9% clean like the other letters I sent you so you can rest assure that no germs would be passed on you. This is my eighth letter and I'm sobbing my eyes out in happiness since I haven't given up yet e̶v̶e̶n̶ i̶f̶ I̶ h̶a̶v̶e̶ t̶h̶e̶ u̶r̶g̶e̶ t̶o̶ p̶u̶l̶l̶ o̶u̶t̶ e̶v̶e̶r̶y̶ o̶u̶n̶c̶e̶ o̶f̶ m̶y̶ h̶a̶i̶r̶ e̶v̶e̶r̶y̶ t̶i̶m̶e̶ I̶'m̶ w̶r̶i̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ y̶o̶u̶ a̶ l̶e̶t̶t̶e̶r̶.

Anyways! How was your week Sakusa-kun? Is your week exciting, frustrating, or just the usual? Well, it doesn't really matter anyways as long as your week is somehow tolerable?

I don't really know how to phrase it so I'll just wish that your week wasn't similar to mine.

Sakusa deadpanned, "Just how bad was your week?" he mumbled quietly as he focused back on reading the letter.

Moving on, I want to let you know how I admire your Competitive nature. The reason why? To be honest, I find it attractive since having a competitive spirit is rare.

You know it's amazing to be competitive since competitive people can acknowledge and be satisfied with what they've achieved, but remain motivated to always improve. If they fail at something, they can use it as motivation to keep going.

And you're just like that. Despite the plenty number of wins and the achievements you have you still seek to improve. It's just like you don't have a limit, scratch that! Everyone has a limit, but it's always like you push that limits of yours further than usual?

I'm sorry, I don't know how to convert my thoughts into words.

Also, I want to let you know that maybe I'll confess to you in person soon.

Sakusa's grip on the letter tightened and re-read the sentence one more time. His heart thumped in anticipation at the thought of his secret admirer confessing.

But to make things clear, I'm still not sure whether I'll do it or not. Like I said in my other letter, I forgot which one was it, I'm not a brave person so I don't have such guts to confess my u̶n̶d̶y̶i̶n̶g̶ love to you face to face w̶i̶t̶h̶o̶u̶t̶ g̶e̶t̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ s̶p̶r̶a̶y̶e̶d̶ b̶y̶ L̶y̶s̶o̶l̶. But don't worry I'll do my best to gather some guts to do that in the future m̶a̶y̶b̶e̶ i̶n̶ t̶h̶e̶ n̶e̶x̶t̶ 1̶0̶0̶0̶ y̶e̶a̶r̶s̶?

Anyhow, I'm cutting the letter here since I still need to review my cursed textbooks for the upcoming d̶e̶a̶t̶h̶ t̶r̶i̶a̶l̶ quiz. You also have one right? I pray I̶ m̶a̶k̶e̶ i̶t̶ o̶u̶t̶ a̶l̶i̶v̶e̶ that we could pass our test with flying colors. Like usual, I hope reading my letter made your day better!

P.S I badly want to commit Seppuku than take the hellish quiz we will have in a few days.

Sincerely yours,

Unknown

Sakusa felt his heart quicken after reading the letter. He smiled and wished to know his secret admirer's identity. Sakusa felt himself anxiously anticipating the day he found her identity and asked her out.