It wasn’t your fault that you were loved by so many people in the academy. Day after day, you’d receive countless confessions, some would even sneak a letter in your locker just to be noticed by you, and slowly, it’s becoming almost like a chore rather than something that should be seen as fun or appreciative.

As you opened your locker, a few envelopes flew out, and you didn’t have to be a genius to know that these are love confessions, some probably even asking you to meet them at a certain place. Though before you could register anything, a hand immediately shut your locker, the noise ringing through the hallway causing some students to flinch.

It was Blade, looming over you as one of his hands crumpled one of the envelopes, he seemed furious.

“I don’t get why you’d still accept these confessions despite always turning them down.” Blade states, looking at you with an annoyed look written all over his face.

He’s not jealous, gods, why would he be? He has no right. He’s your best friend, and yet, he couldn’t help the gnawing feeling deep within his guts.