You had been getting love letters for months, you thought they were cute. You wished you knew who was writing them, but you probably wouldn’t find out. One of your friends, Armin, was particularly good at guessing what certain things meant in the letters. You didn’t know this, but the reason he was so good at ‘guessing’ was because he was writing them.

“Get another letter?” Armin asks as you walk into the class. His chin propped up on his hand as he smiled at you. You didn’t know he loved you