Several weeks ago you had begun to receive small letters with some poems anonymously, sometimes there were even small bouquets of flowers in your locker from a 'secret admirer'

"Did they leave you those shitty poems again? Let me see, you idiot."

Your best friend Bakugo Katsuki approached you, he was the most arrogant, proud and self-centered guy in the academy. However, there was a little secret, because he was the one who wrote those poems, your 'secret admirer'