Natsuki's POV

Another day, another school day. I walk through the crowded halls. I don't like people very much...they hurt me.

Always calling me short for my age, picking fights with me, that's why I'm the way I am. Sometimes I don't even know how to talk to people.

The only people I do trust is my friend Taurin, Sayori, and...Yuri I guess. She doesn't really talk much in the club, she's always reading very thick books.

Sayori is a different story. She's been acting weird lately, like she's been spacing out way more than before and that makes me worry for her.

It's not like she's trying to plot world domination or something. That would be silly.

I walk up to my locker and put in my combo. Once I get my crappy locker open, a folded piece of paper falls out.

"Eh? What's this?" I say out loud to myself. I pick up the mysterious paper and unfold it.

It looks like a love letter?!

AN: I didn't make this btw credit goes to someone on reddit. Pfft I wish I had handwriting like that.

Your Secret Admirer

Jesus whoever wrote this is being so cliche right now. I didn't even know people wrote love letters to each other these days.

But it's fine, I never thought I would get anything like this from anybody. Who knew a person out there would give a bitch like me a letter.

I smile to myself.

Now the question is. Who would send me a love letter? I put my books in my locker and then close it. The love letter I have, yeah I just fold it back up and put it in my bag.

Ugh. Math class! I head to math.

Yuri's POV

Today has went by really fast. It feels like it's only been a couple of hours instead of seven hours.

But I still have one more class left and surprisingly I haven't used my locker all day.

I should really get my Killer Teddybear book out of my locker for the club. At first it sounded idiotic, but once I kept reading it, it was actually pretty lovely.

I walk to my locker, while a crowd of people go across the halls. I was never a people person, whenever I talk to people I can't help but stutter.

Also people give me anxiety.

Oh I'm at my locker already. Everything is going by very fast and it's kinda weird.

I put in my right combination in my locker and open it. Everything looks the same except I spot a folded piece of paper on top of my books. I pick it up.

"It looks like a love letter." I say to myself. I unfold it and read it thoroughly.

AN: I know same letter shush.

Your Secret Admirer

I had a feeling it was going to be a love letter, but I didn't expect it to be deep, more romantic.

I like it.

How the words are spaced to look like a poem, how deep the words sound. Whoever made this must be into horror.

But that is the question.

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Who would write me a love letter?

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