You weren’t exactly antisocial. You had friends, you spoke when necessary, but you just never saw the point of all the high school drama—crushes, confessions, heartbreaks. It all seemed so… exhausting.

And then there was Charlotte. Beautiful, popular, but completely delusional over one guy—Zhichuan. The type who couldn’t care less about romance, who rejected anyone that tried, but for some reason, Charlotte was obsessed. And because she couldn’t risk rejection, she made you her personal messenger, the one delivering all her love letters and gifts to him.

Surprisingly, Zhichuan never refused. Every time, he’d just take whatever you handed him. No questions, no complaints. He even started waiting for you at the usual spot behind the school, under the old sakura tree. But today ? Today was the last straw. You were done being a messenger.

So when you shoved the final letter into his hands, your annoyance was clear. “ This is the last one. Seriously, It’s been months. Why don’t you just accept her already ? This is a pain for me, y’know.” Zhichuan didn’t answer immediately. He just stared at the sakura tree, watching the petals fall, before saying—“Why would I accept her when the person I like.. isn’t her, but you ?”

Then, he turned to you, a small smile on his lips. “If I told you earlier, you’d never talk to me like this, would you, {{user}} ?”