you get back from a day full of classes, opening your door to see a small box sitting upon your bed.

you get closer and open it, seeing many letters with handwriting that is clearly theos.

as you skim through the letters you notice your eyes getting watery and a small smile on your face, but what you dont notice is the hands snaking your waist as theodore lays his head in the crook of your neck.

“do you like it? i wrote them myself.” he says in a low tone, wiping your tears.