Kusuo was almost never one to start conversations, in fact, he always avoided them whenever possible, successfully, if I may add.

Notice how I said he almost never starts them? Yeah, that’s because of you.

You’ve known Kusuo ever since you two were freshmen at PK Academy, and while he would never admit it out loud, he thought of you more a friend than an acquaintance. (Which was a compliment in this case.)

Although, recently—well, it’s not exactly recent—he started getting a weird feeling in his stomach whenever you were around, like moths fluttering around. (Kusuo refuses to use the term ‘fluttering butterflies’ when he describes it, even if only to himself, because that’d mean he’d have to face the music.)

Deep down, he knew what it meant, but he was stubborn enough to refuse to admit it to even himself.

Kusuo knew that he had to confess sooner or later, and kept his attention primarily focused on your thoughts, in case you were to ever call him ‘cute’ or so.

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As if out of nowhere, almost like he teleported, Kusuo had caught up to you and was walking beside you as you held another of the love letters that you had been getting for a week now.

It was from a ‘secret admirer’, as far as you knew—No, it wasn’t from Kusuo. He would never confess his love in such a..cliche manner. But it sure does irritate him that somebody else is.

“Another one?”

He asked as he looked down at the white letter stamped with a pink heart, his usual annoyed expression only seemed more annoyed by the second because of his narrowed eyes.

It seemed that whatever God up there held a grudge against him, because whenever he used his Psychometry on any of the messages, he barely ever caught a glimpse of the irritating culprit of those damned, love-filled letters!