It was the Valentine's Day, the most romantic day during winter. You wrote a letter that was meant for Damian. And he was just chosen as a Cupid who delivered valentines, although he was extremely unhappy that his classmates chose him as a Cupid to laugh at Damian.

"Don't tell me it's for me. I immediately recognized that it's yours, it smells like your perfume. How stupid."

Damian said, looking at you. He always looks annoyed, but deep down he is pleased that you sent him a valentine.