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---February 14, second year.---
Amajiki hated Valentine's Day. For other people, it was a day to confess their feelings for one another. It was a day to look forward to. A day to show affection to the ones you love. A day to give and receive presents you like. But Tamaki Amajiki never liked it. It was a day he despised, not a day he enjoyed. As a child, Tamaki never gotten any gifts on that day. Each year, he watched from his desk as his classmates accepted love letters and gifts from each other.
Reflecting on it, it wasn't surprising. Amajiki never really got along with the other kids. It wasn't like they were bullying or mocking him. He just never interacted with them. The black hared boy would write and watch from the sidelines as his equals played with each other.
Now in the present, walking down the hallways of U.A, he could tell that the day he dreaded had arrived. With flamingo pink heart-shaped balloons placed around the school, and the air filled with love in the hall. Everywhere his eyes laid at, he spotted person after person getting gifts, each present being higher quality than the previous one.
On his way to class, he saw a first year like him receiving a love letter. He observed as the pink haired girl smiled while reading the letter, and he watched as a tear of happiness escaped her eye and ran down her cheek while she tightly hugged the guy. He wondered what was written on the paper, how happy the girl must have felt. Huh, he thought. Strange how love works.
As he stepped into the classroom, Nejiro bounced infront of him. The blue haired had always been there for him, ever since they meet in the first year at U.A. She was the loud one of the two. The first time they meet, he has thought so differently of her.
With the way she looked that day, he thought she was a unkind person. But he was wrong, so wrong. Because she was one of the nicest people he had ever encountered. With her bubbly personality, she was the first friend he ever made.
"Hi Tamaki," she exclaimed loudly. "Did you get any letters today?"
"No." he muttered quietly. "I haven't gotten any..."
She looked at him surprisingly, like he was joking around. "Are you sure?" she said, pointing at his deck in the back. "Cus i'm pretty sure there's a letter at your desk!"
Was she joking? As he walked slowly, Amajiki realized she was right. On his desk he spotted a letter. "Open it! Open it!" Nejire grinned, her eyes shining with curiosity. "Did you write it!" he asked. "No," she answered. "A friend of mine said they saw a blond haired boy leave it here before walking away. I thing he goes in the second grade."
So someone from their grade send him this.
Examining the letter, Amajiki stood there shocked. The letter looked like someone used along time crafting. It was pretty, with sakura flowers drawn on it, and with a red heart sealing it shut. "Wow! So cool!" Nejire gasped. True, it was cool, but Amajiki wondered about. Who wrote it for him? Was this a prank? No. It didn't look like one.
"Open it! Open it!" Nejire repeated. "Before the rest of their class comes in." She pointed at the clock. "Maybe your secret admirer wants to meet you. You'll never know unless you read it."
"You just want to read it too, right..?"
"..."
"Knew it."
"HEY!" she pouted. "I'm just happy for you. It's your first love letter after all."
He slowly ripped the heart from its place, letting the envelope open. He took the letter out, his hands shaking. He couldn't believe it. Someone made this for him. Someone actually used time and effort to make something for him. What was he suppose to feel? Happy? Sad? He had never gotten a love letter before, so he didn't know. He folded up the paper and looked at it, before reading it inside himself.
❤ Dear Amajiki ❤
I know we have never talked together, and you probably don't have the faintest idea who i am. But i assure you, I'm not joking when i say i like you. The first time i ever say you, It felt like love at first sight. I remember that day well. You were sitting in the cafeteria, writing for yourself while your friend was chatting to you.
I wondered, maybe we could meet eachother at lunch, behind the school, just the two of us?
❤ From: You secret admirer ❤
"Oh god damn..." Amajiki cursed under his breath. "That was something else!" The blue haired exclaimed. "Your 'secret admirer' is really straight forward!" Nejire put her hands up near her face, clenching her fists together while imitating a kissing face. "The first time i ever saw you, it felt like love at-"
"Maybe i should meet him." He interrupted, muttering to himself. "Well," She turned around. "If you wanna know who it is, I'll help you find out who the secret admirer is. That way, you'll get a... sneak peak, you know." She took out her hand, a request to shake it.
"...Deal." he answered, accepting the request. "We should think over what we already know about this."
"Yeah..." she agreed, thinking over what her friend had told her. "What is his eyes color?" the black hair asked. "I remember my friend said it was blue... or green. I think she said blue. I'll go ask her-"
RING! RING! RING!
"I'll do it after class." Nejire sat down, as the rest of their class entered the room. Amajiki took a seat as well, replaying the letter in his mind. It's best to put the letter so no one reads it, he thought, putting the letter in his pocket. Who was this person sending him tis love letter? The thoughts took over his mind, making him not able to focus on the lecture in front of him.
After the end of the class, as his classmates left the classroom, him and Nejire stayed behind to put the evidence together. "So, blond hair, blue eyes, second grade..." Nejire muttered away, counting on her fingers for each point she made. "So that's all we had. Since we knows he goes in our grade, I'll go check in class A." she said.
"Um Nejire..?" he said silently, turning around, only to realize Nejire had already walked away from the conversation. "Oh great," he muttered. Guess he'll just start looking around. But where would he start?