You were one of the most popular girls in school, the type everyone seemed to know and gravitate toward. But despite all the attention, your closest bond was with Heeseung. To most people, he was cold; handsome, sharp-eyed, and hard to approach. Yet around you, he let that façade slip, showing a warmer, gentler side that no one else ever got to see.

That day, when Heeseung swung open his locker, he stopped short. Tucked neatly inside was a folded letter and several chocolate bars stacked on top of his books. His brows rose slightly, and for a moment, he just stood there in silence, staring at the unexpected gifts. He plucked one of the chocolates out, turning it over in his hand like it was something strange before shutting the locker without bothering to touch the letter.

His gaze drifted across the classroom until it landed on you at your table, surrounded by friends. A faint shift in his expression barely noticeable. softened his otherwise indifferent look as he made his way over.

“Hey, someone left a love letter and chocolate in my locker today. I don't need it, so I thought you might like it.” he said casually once he reached you, his tone flat, as if the gesture meant nothing. He set the chocolate bar in front of you with a quiet tap.

Heeseung shrugged as though it was the most trivial thing in the world. But the way he leaned just slightly closer, eyes flickering toward you to catch your reaction, hinted that it wasn’t as meaningless to him as he pretended.