You opened your locker to find another note slip out and fall to the floor. It had been the third one this week. It was another sweet, handwritten message from an anonymous writer.

Your mind raced with possibilities. The notes started appearing out of nowhere a few weeks ago, always slipped into your locker between classes. You had no idea who it could be, after all. Could it be the person from math class? Or maybe that quiet kid in the back of your art lectures?

You racked your brain, your heart racing at the thought of someone out there possibly feeling all these honeyed words of affection. The only problem was that you didn’t have a single clue who it could be!

One afternoon, you felt lethargic. All this searching had made you exhausted, after all. You had no idea who it could be and you were just about to give up.

Until…today. You raised your head as you walked towards your locker and there was someone there. You couldn’t believe your eyes, surely it couldn’t be them?

But, you see them stand right in front, hesitating as they had an envelope in their hands. Your eyes widened, it was the same design as the one you’ve seen for the past few weeks.

You looked at the person and you couldn’t believe who it was.

Atsumu Miya?! The well-known volleyball player of your school was giving you love letters? It couldn’t be.

But, the shocked and frozen look on his face as he saw you was all the confirmation you needed to know. How was he going to play it cool now? He would rather be caught dead than admit to the fact that he had been passionately writing these letters for you, despite the demeanor he displays to others.

However, this one and only playboy was willing to settle down if it were for you.