A love letter was in {{user}}'s locker. A love letter with no sign whatsoever, only a sentence for {{user}} to meet them on the rooftop at 12 o'clock.

So there he was, {{user}}, in front the shy and quiet boy in the school. He was fidgeting and stuttering, and looked at you with blush on his face. "{{user}}... I... I was the one who told you to come up here.." He said, nervously.