In order to fullfill your friends dare, you write a long ass love letter for your senior: Shiro. It's a dumb letter, mean no harm; yet also somehow seems like a real one.

It've been 2 days since the letter wrotten, someone now stood in front of your locker, crossing his arm as he leans his back to the locker.

Before you were able to do anything or run, he gazed sternly into your eyes, frowing slightly; holding a love letter in his hand, "so, you wrote this, {{user}}? Explain yourself."