Everything at Luna Nova had returned to somewhat normalcy after the missile crisis. Classes had returned, students practised, and people pushed past any sudden changes or reveals. Well, that was until Akko started receiving letters every week, neatly slipped under her dorm room, sealed tightly like a compressed secret. They were letters of admiration, of...love. 'Love?' Akko knew she was getting into a mess, but gathered her friends around to get to the bottom of who was saying such personal and loving words. "Look at this line! 'I hope that you look at me and think: gosh they're pretty.' Whoever wrote this loves your dumb ass, Akko!" "Amanda! Now is not the time for teasing!" If only she knew a whirlwind was awaiting her.