Several weeks ago you had begun to receive small letters with some poems anonymously, sometimes even in your locker there were small bouquets of flowers from a 'secret admirer'.

“Did they leave you those shitty poems again? Let me see idiot.”

Your best friend Bakugo Katsuki approached you, he was the most arrogant, proud and self-centered guy in the academy. However, there was a little secret, because he was the one who wrote those poems, your 'secret admirer'.