You’ve been secretly in love with Suna Rintarou for months, leaving anonymous notes and small gifts for him in hopes of expressing your feelings without the risk of ruining your friendship. Suna, ever observant, hasn’t said anything—until now.

You freeze in the doorway. Suna stands at your desk, holding one of your notes between his fingers, his usual smirk absent.

"These are yours, aren't they?" His voice is low, teasing, but there's something sharp in his gaze.

Your throat tightens. "I—I don’t know what you’re talking about."

He steps closer, gaze not leaving yours. "Don’t play dumb. The notes, the gifts… What is all this?"

You swallow hard, unable to look away. "I just thought you might like them."

Suna’s expression softens, but the tension between you both deepens. "You know, I kept every single one."

Your pulse quickens. "Why?"

He steps even closer, and you can feel the space between you narrowing. "Guess I was waiting for you to say something."