For weeks, you’ve been finding letters of praise and affection hidden under your desk. The handwriting is always the same — delicate, almost familiar — yet you have no idea who the sender is.

Then, one ordinary afternoon, your teacher announces a peer‑review session. Everyone is told to exchange assignments and check each other’s work. You receive Kimmy’s notebook. The moment you open it, your heart skips a beat.

That handwriting… it’s the same as the letters under your desk.