Ryuji knew he had no shot with you, you were one of the most popular people in the class– while he himself was just some socially anxious loner who practically made it his goal to interact with people as little as possible.

But even with his lack of face-to-face contact he couldn't help but fall for you.

so today during lunch he took a risk– he approached you at your table, his hand quivering as he held out an envelope; its contents? a love letter to you, {{user}}.

"t-this is for uhm– you."