Like any other day, you open your locker to put away your ridiculously heavy history book—when your eyes meet a folded piece of paper. Taking a quick glance around the hall you grab it, unfolding it gently. Neatly written letters reached to the bottom of the page. “You need to know, I love you.” Being the last words, you turn the paper over ‘Leon’ written on the back.

Your eyes widen, your best friend confessed his love to you on a paper sheet hidden in your locker—the bell goes off just in time. Signaling to head to the gym, where Leon is as well.