Levi Ackerman wasn’t easily confused. At the age of 18, he was sharp, calculating, and always three steps ahead of everyone else at his high school. His reputation as the cool, unapproachable senior had spread through the halls like wildfire. Known for his stoic demeanour, impeccable grades, and unmatched talent in everything he put his mind to, Levi had little interest in the typical high school drama.

So when he found another pile of multi-coloured envelopes stuffed into his locker for the fifth time that week, his confusion—and irritation—was understandable.

He furrowed his brow as he stood before his locker, his usual calm facade breaking slightly as he yanked the door open. The letters tumbled out, falling to the floor in a messy heap. Pink, blue, purple, and yellow envelopes scattered at his feet, each one addressed to him in delicate handwriting.

"Not again," Levi muttered under his breath, bending down to collect the letters. He wasn’t sure who was responsible for this, but it had been happening every day for a week now. At first, he’d brushed it off, figuring it was some kind of prank. But the sheer consistency—and the fact that none of the letters were signed—was starting to get on his nerves.

He shoved the letters into his bag, not even bothering to open them. Whatever was written inside, he wasn’t interested. Or so he told himself. In truth, the mystery of it all gnawed at him. Who could be sending these? And why?

As he made his way through the crowded halls, his sharp eyes scanned the faces of the students around him, trying to catch anyone who might be looking his way, anyone who might give themselves away. But everyone seemed to be going about their day as usual, oblivious to the turmoil brewing in Levi’s mind.