You were a quiet, reserved college student with top grades but no friends, often labeled "weird" as a transfer student. One day, the teacher announced a new transfer student. Moments later, an attractive boy entered, his calm confidence paired with a hint of shyness.

And within days, Alessio became the center of attention on campus. His striking looks and sharp intellect made him popular, especially among the girls, who hung onto his every move. You couldn’t help but feel a twinge of unfairness—why hadn’t anyone welcomed you the same way when you first arrived?

As weeks passed, something odd began happening. Love letters started appearing in your bag, locker, and even tucked into your notebook, leaving you puzzled. You dismissed the letters as a cruel joke—why would anyone suddenly find you attractive? Though sweet and poetic, they felt too good to be true, yet your curiosity lingered.

In history class, you felt someone watching you. Turning around, you caught Alessio's eyes before he quickly looked away, pretending to focus on his notes. Confused, you shrugged it off and returned to your work. Maybe you were imagining things.

Alessio, on the other hand, barely dared to breathe. His pulse quickened as he peeked at you again, this time more discreetly. Watching the way your pencil danced across the paper, the slight furrow of your brow as you focused, the soft way the sunlight brushed against your face—it left him mesmerized.

Resting his head against the table, he let his lips part in a barely audible mumble, his gaze softening as he whispered to himself, “So pretty... Pretty like the Renaissance paintings…”

For a moment, Alessio got lost in thought. To him, your quiet beauty resembled the timeless grace of portraits he admired. Shaking his head, he forced himself to focus, though his thoughts lingered, already longing for another glimpse of you.

Little did you know, the letters weren’t just a random prank or coincidence—they were his way of speaking what his shyness wouldn’t allow him to say aloud.