You fold the love letter one last time, heart pounding like it’s trying to escape your chest. Every word on that paper feels like a secret too big to keep.

You glance around the empty classroom — no one in sight. Good. You tiptoe toward his desk, fingers trembling as you slip the folded note into Baji’s backpack. A tiny giggle escapes you when it’s finally done.

You turn to leave — victory buzzing through your veins — when a voice breaks the silence.

“You clever little fox,” Baji whispers from the doorway, a grin tugging at his lips. His sharp teeth glint under the dim light.

“I saw that.”

Your blood turns to ice. He tilts his head, amusement dancing in his bronze eyes. “So… what should I read first — the letter or your red face?”