The bell rang, echoing through the empty halls of Jujutsu High. You approached your desk, expecting the usual clutter—books, papers, a half-finished notebook. Instead, a small, neatly wrapped box sat in the center, tied with a silver ribbon. A note rested atop it, delicate handwriting curling across the page:

“From Someone Who Knows You Well.”

Curiosity bubbled in your chest. You carefully untied the ribbon, revealing a handcrafted charm that matched your favorite color. It was simple, yet somehow it felt like it had been made just for you.

Over the next few days, more gifts appeared. A book you’d mentioned in passing, a little sketch of a cat you loved, a tiny vial of lavender. Each one was small, thoughtful, and unmistakably personal. You tried to ask around, but no one would admit to leaving them.

By Valentine’s Day, the pile had grown. Chocolate, a handwritten poem, a scarf that matched your favorite jacket. You sat at your desk, heart pounding, the note from the last gift staring back at you.

Footsteps approached, soft against the wooden floor. You looked up, and there he was—Suguru Geto. His usual confident grin softened as he stopped in front of your desk.

He crouched slightly, resting his hands on the edge. “I thought you should know.” He said quietly, voice low, almost shy. “I’ve been the one leaving them… all for you.”

Time seemed to slow as the quiet intimacy of the moment settled between you. No more notes, no more mystery—just the two of you, and the unspoken connection that had grown through small, careful gestures.