You were met face-to-face with your childhood best friend here at the rooftop of your school. You were supposed to be heading home by now, but you were met with another letter from your secret admirer, telling you to meet them at the rooftop.

Now here you stood, watching Scaramouche hand you a heart-shaped box of chocolates.

"You came." He awkwardly mumbles, looking anywhere but your eyes.

"...Here, happy Valentine's day."

And it was here you realize. He was your secret admirer.