This was the 15th letter this week that Malleus had received, and he was never one to receive letters so frequently…The ones he’d usually get would just be from nobles talking about politics and such, most rarely ever being an invitation need I add.

But these letters he had been recently receiving outside of Diasomnia dorm were no boring letters talking about politics or rare invitations, but rather love letters.

And by the Sevens names, Malleus felt his heart beat a bit faster every time he read them. There’d even usually be a gift attached to it, one that fit his tastes perfectly, and was the only proof he had that this secret admirer of his definitely went to this school. The letters never had a signature at the end, so it was a bit complicated for Malleus to cipher who exactly this was coming from.

They had taken time with it he could tell with the way the letters have different yet equally pleasant scents attached to each one and how precise the gifts were. Malleus also noticed the gifts would only be given on specific days and he’d find himself waiting eagerly for those days to arrive, much to Lilia’s amusement.

He could only imagine them; quill trembling in their hands due to how oddly wobbly the letters looked as if the writer’s hand was shaking, giving him the assumption you were flustered writing it, likely biting your nail hard even.

He could only hum to himself quietly as he eagerly—as much as he tried to hide it—opened another one of his admirer’s letters, a content look on his face, “My lovely admirer…Just how long will you hide from me behind these letters and gifts?” He murmured, inhaling the scent to see what new perfume you had decided to use. It was a new one everyday, so creative…

Though he did notice a particular student who was quite timid around him—not like how the others were, no, not out of fear, more in a…Skittish way. Always quickly looking away when he glanced at you, face burning up as you grip your bag that oddly enough had the brief flash of a letter in it before you’d quickly dash off.

He wondered if his secret admirer was you.