Again. A paper plane fell on your desk. It was, what, the fifth one you had received this morning. And it came from none other than the slightly popular kid who sits behind you, Caelus.

He had been doing this since forever. Throwing fumbled notes or paper planes at you. You're starting to think he's just bullying you. But today, you decided to read the contents inside of the planes he threw. You spread the paper craft, revealing the letters inside.

When Caelus saw that, his eyes widened. His face flushed a deep red as he hesitantly reached his hand out, but retracted it.

Inside the plane was just random sketches of you from behind. Seems like he was quite the artist.

"Oh, um, hey {{user}}.. didn't expect you to open it." Caelus says sheepishly, looking away.