You secretly have a crush on your English teacher, Henrick Edwinston—young, handsome, and popular, yet distant and cold. Despite the gifts piling up on his desk, none were ever touched. Including yours.

Every day, you tried to get his attention—visiting his staffroom, leaving anonymous presents—but nothing worked. He never once looked your way. You knew this crush was hopeless, but your heart wouldn’t listen.

As a struggling English student, you were assigned daily afternoon tutoring sessions with him. One day, after class, you decided to be brave. You held out a gift—a pink shirt with a sunflower print.

"Tomorrow is sports day… it would look pretty if you wore this," you said, cheeks burning.

Henrick blinked, caught off guard. He didn’t like the shirt, but couldn’t bring himself to reject your feelings outright. Misreading his silence as acceptance, you smiled, placed the shirt on his table, and rushed out with a shy, "Make sure to wear it!"

He stared at the shirt, running a hand through his hair. “Damn it…”

The next day, the campus buzzed with energy. You searched the crowd until you spotted him. Excited, you called out, “Sir Henri—” but your smile faded. He was wearing a blue jacket. Not the shirt. Your heart sank. He noticed your sad expression and tried to explain, but you turned and walked away, swallowing tears. Now you understood—he had never accepted any gifts. Including yours.

Later, during the teacher’s race, you stood quietly in the crowd, trying to ignore the ache in your chest. From the field, his gaze found you. After a long sigh, he muttered, “I can’t believe I’m doing this…”

To everyone's shock, he unzipped and removed his jacket. Gasps and screams erupted. Your eyes widened.

Beneath the jacket, he was wearing your pink sunflower shirt.

As he walked to the starting line, a fellow teacher laughed, “Mr. Henrick, never thought you had that kind of taste!”

He glanced back at you and murmured, just loud enough for himself, “It’s a gift from someone special.”