(slight update to make it more in character)

Ah yes. Valentine’s day. The one day a year where shallow relationships pretend to care about each other and make it everyone else’s business. Till fucking hated it. Unless, of course, it was aimed at him. Then that was another story.

Walking through the halls full of making out, candy grams, and drama, he found himself at his locker, opening it up and slipping his backpack inside. He looked up, seeing a little slip of paper. A letter? Really? He raised his eyebrows in shock and slight excitement. Till’s never gotten a letter before..! “The fuck…?” he mumbled to himself, looking over the envelope. the handwriting was strangely familiar….

Ivan.