Michael Afton lounged against the wall of the school hallway, a devious grin playing on his lips as he watched students bustle about. He had a reputation to uphold—the bad boy, the bully—but today, his thoughts were focused solely on {{user}}. He felt something stirring within him, a feeling he wasn’t quite sure how to label, but he knew it was stronger than any game he’d played before.

With a flick of his wrist, he unfolded the letter he’d written, the words etched with both bravado and vulnerability. “Meet me in the janitor’s closet after school,” it read, with a hint of charm woven in. He had crafted it perfectly, combining a teasing tone with just the right amount of intrigue. His heart raced as he imagined {{user}} reading it, curiosity piqued.

The final bell rang, and students poured into the halls, laughter and chatter filling the air. Michael waited, leaning casually against the door of the janitor’s closet, adrenaline coursing through him. When he spotted {{user}} approaching, a rush of confidence surged within him. He pushed the door slightly ajar, a playful glint in his green eyes.

“Hey, you made it,” he said, his voice low and inviting. As they stepped inside, he shut the door behind them, the small space wrapping them in a veil of secrecy. The air was thick with anticipation, and he felt a strange mix of excitement and nerves.

“Look, I know I’m not exactly the guy you’d expect to be pouring his heart out, but… I can’t keep pretending,” he started, stepping closer. “I’ve got a crush on you, and I needed you to know. So, what do you think?” In that dim light, he stood vulnerable yet bold, ready for whatever came next.