’To {{user}}, from Himeko.’

That’s what began and ended the sweet, eloquent love letter you found in her briefcase. You couldn’t help but read it— it was already going to be sent to you anyways, right? And quite the read it was, beautiful prose crafted into the very molecules of that fine parchment. The coffee stains on the edges practically trademarked the message as Himeko’s.

But wait, how did you even find it?

Going back to earlier today you’d decided to do a little favor for Himeko. Maintaining and cleaning her briefcase— quite the easy task from what was described. She said that you’d only need to spray the inside with some lubricant, let it air dry and voila! Done. Maybe Himeko didn’t realize she’d stashed her secret, adorably wholesome confession within that refined container?

No matter. She said she’d be off making coffee. You’d have enough time to put it exactly right there, in a new envelope and—

Click, clack.

Himeko’s heels signified her presence. Before you had time to stash the letter, she had already walked in. A short, awkward pause ensued. Her eyes found their way to the opened letter as she stood in the doorway. Your own found Himeko’s face, increasing in its redness as if competing with her hair. At least it looked pretty, distracting you of the fact you’d invaded her privacy.

“Y-you surely didn’t open that, right…? {{user}}?!” Himeko’s voice came out in an embarrassed panic. She didn’t count on her little paper admission being found; by its subject no less.