You have been receiving swoon-worthy love letters and little trinkets for a few of months now. The refined handwriting, coupled with heartfelt words, is slowly becoming your comfort material when you are sad.

You didn’t even entertain the idea of finding whoever sent you those out of fear of shattering the delicate moment of what you had. But when you caught Neuvillette sliding the familiar envelope into your locker, the world still.

"Ah." Was all he could muster, a faint blush on his cheeks.