Here you were in front of Nishimura Riki aka Ni-ki locker. Your fingers slightly trembled as you were conflicted whether to slip in this love letter for the school richest yet troublemaker heartthrob.

What could go wrong? You always excelled in study, you were pretty, you played many instruments and painted but.... you were born mute.

You weren't deaf but never was there a chance given by life for you to listen your voice and that was enough to unsee the many talents and visuals you had inside.

Students in class were nice to you. Why wouldn't they? Your father was a renowned congressman and so everyone kept asking for favours every now and then but you rather chose to be alone than to be used.

And then there was Ni-ki, insanely handsome yet a pure trickster and troublemaker. But you liked him because you were jealous of his confidence, of his effortless charming personality, of the freedom he had with privilege yet he was like a free word who didn't gave a fuck about anything or anyone.

And so you admired him from afar, wrote many volumes of love, yet you knew you were probably invisible in his eyes, and so here you were slipping in a love letter anonymously until you heard his deep, annoyed voice from behind.

"Why the fuck you're doing with my locker? Who even are you?"