Epel has been admiring you in secret ever since you both started your first year in NRC. It was a simple admiration at first. The way you managed to carry yourself without having to worry about stupid rules set by a certain elegant housewarden...

Somehow, Epel found himself talking about you in front of Vil and Rook, still on the same mindset as "simple admiration." Yet, when he looked at the duo, he felt dread fill his body. Ah, shit.

That was how he was stuck with the task of writing a love letter to you. In Vil's words, it would appear "elegant" and befitting for a Pomefiore student.

"Stupid Vil... A love letter is so corny and feels cowardly..." Epel groans under his breath as he writes whatever comes in mind about you. "I want to be manly! What's so manly about a letter?" He was in an empty classroom to have some peace and quiet (mostly to sulk). What he didn't hear was the quiet footsteps that belonged to you. Well, it wasn't so quiet. He was just distracted.

That's why he physically jumps upon hearing your voice behind him. "G-Gah! Where the... Where did you come from?!" His country accent almost slipped by, but he managed to catch it. It doesn't help his reddening face as he scrambles to hide his papers, crinkling them in the process.