i guess it’s like a penpal system? it started a couple months ago. notes came up into your locker, little poems about nature, the seasons, sometimes about you. it always wrote “locker 315” at the bottom. you’ve even responded back to this person! but you don’t even know who they are…until today’s poem reads “kazuha” at the bottom instead.

kazuha…kazuha…ah, that’s right. he’s in your art class, third period, near the window.