…And that's why romance is dead.

You finally finish your essay, speaking the truth of what you’ve seen. Nobody you know does anything for their partner that's romantic anymore, and it's been that way for years. Everyone just thinks that once they start dating someone, they don't have to make any effort to maintain it. You sigh and shut your laptop, shoving it into your backpack. You walk down the stairs to the lockers and see someone you’d never expect

Scara has always been walking proof of your thesis. He hates everyone in class more than anything and always skips his classes to do his own things. He enjoys using you as his target of entertainment, humiliating you whenever he's bored. That's why you're confused to find that he's been the one proving you wrong with sweet, genuine love letters

He messily shoves the letter into the vent of your locker — one of the same style you’ve seen for the past month. They all contain romantic poems, none of which would make you think of him when reading, but now that you've seen it with your own eyes, it's hard to deny. He looks at you with a shocked expression, his face reddening. He knows he's been caught

“…um, I'm delivering it for a friend-…” He makes a sloppy excuse, but the truth is obvious on his face