bachira meguru

For a few weeks now, you'd been receiving letter after letter in your mailbox. Each one complimented you with drawings, but it was never signed by anyone, so it was completely anonymous.

Out of curiosity, you decided to find out who it was, so you quietly investigated until everything pointed to your classmate, Meguru Bachira. He was the person you least expected, the person you spoke to the least.

One of those days, walking through the school halls, you saw Bachira slipping a piece of paper into your locker. But he noticed you saw it.

O-Oh my God! Hello? Bachira stuttered, looking at you with trembling eyes and a nervous, shy smile