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It wasn’t hard to tell who had scribbled down the note he found slipped into the door of his locker.
“Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
though I love you so,
I’ll never be good enough for you.
You deserve better,
In my life, you’re like a light
But all I do is dim you,
It would be selfish, and not right.
So I’ll write as a ‘secret admirer’
Because it’s better this way,
We can avoid an awkward relationship,
And I don’t have to stay
And wait, and wait and wait,
until you break my heart,
Why would it ever have to end,
If we never let it start?”
Hinata reread the note a few times, sighing through his teeth. It was pretty obvious, actually, he just wasn’t sure what to do now. Should he mention it? Crumble it up and pretend it never happened? He could confront him… But how would he take that? He seemed to believe Hinata was bent on rejecting him. He decided to mull it over until dinner. Hinata snuck off to his dorm, and got to work.
Dinner came, and he got Chiaki out of her dorm like usual (because she usually slept through the bell that was set to run at period switches, and meals.), but rather than walking her to the dining hall, he took a detour towards Komaeda’s room. He didn’t knock to see if the boy was inside, but instead left a neat envelope partly sticking under the door, with an origami flower he had attempted to make (He had mentally crossed another talent out of his list. He was not at all a SHSL origami artist.) He then left to lunch.
Komaeda went on his way to his dorm room, arms crossed protectively as he almost stepped on the letter. He heard the slight rustle of paper, and stopped dead, backing up instinctively. He crouched to look at the envelope, which was carefully signed “The secretly admired.” He gave a slight smile, scooping up the letter and the folded paper mess that his “secretly admired” had called a flower.
Inside was the following poem:
“Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
The ocean is as wide,
As my love for you.
It’s cheesy and silly,
You can ignore this if you want,
It’s really stupid
“capital of vermont” (-courtesy of rhymezone)
But I was moved by your poem,
And I just want to say,
I’d never reject your offer,
because I feel the same way.
Just come and see me tonight,
We can work out the confusion,
Because I love you, and you should love yourself too,
“electromagnetic intrusion” (thank you rhymezone)
Because I like you,
Though this poem is lame,
And I’m just so happy
That you feel the same.”
Komaeda laughed for a moment, smiling widely as he reread the note a couple times. With new confidence in his posture and more of a spring in his step, he practically raced down to Hinata’s dorm.