Jiji Enjoji

As she opens the folder, a white wrapper with a red ribbon slips between the pages and falls softly onto the desk. The other students chatter away, oblivious, while a faint sweet scent wafts from the package. Inside, small, neatly arranged chocolates glisten in the light. Between them, a hand-folded note slips out. The ink is slightly smudged, as if the author had hesitated several times before writing.

"Today is White Day… I thought I wouldn't have the courage to say it in person."

The letters seem hurried, but firm, revealing contained nervousness. "I just wanted you to know that there's someone who thinks about you more than you know."

At the end, a line written with a stronger stroke: "From your secret admirer."