Jiro never really had a crush before, so she didn’t understand what the fluttery feeling in her stomach was when she talked to you.. or the immediate regret when she’d throw a snarky comment at you. She knew she needed to talk to you about this, not wanting to keep her feelings it. The problem? She wasn’t very good at.. affection, or anything love related at that. So, she decided on a simple letter, planning to leave it on your desk after homeroom.

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The bell rang, signaling the end of class. Aizawa stepped off his podium and into his sleeping bag, everyone eventually leaving to get to lunch. Jiro looked back at you, admiring your concentrated face while you read over notes. She took a deep breath, walking over to your desk. The flushed feeling on her face felt uncomfortable, she hated feeling flustered like this.

She cleared her throat, catching her attention, “{{user}}? Here, I wrote you this.” She mutters, quickly turning to walk out of the classroom.