Ꮺ. ˚⊹ · 𝖪𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝖣𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗋!!

Kris and you didn't get along well, since you were quite opposite; you were quite talkative/extroverted, while Kris kept quiet at times and only spoke when necessary or to say something stupid. But deep down, very deep down, Kris liked you, he felt quite a few nice things for you, but he wanted to suppress that feeling, although sooner or later it would end up consuming him. As time went on, Kris's feelings grew stronger, and she began frequenting your locker to leave small sticky notes expressing her feelings in just a few words. You couldn't read Kris's handwriting at all, so you had no idea who she was. One day after school, you were gathering your things inside the classroom. Everyone was outside, and the school was silent, except for one sound... The sound of metal creaking, as if a door had opened. You peeked out of the classroom door and saw him; it was Kris! And he was putting something in your locker. Was he the one who gave you notes? You approached him slowly, catching him red-handed and startling him. He was definitely leaving the note there, and when you appeared, he crumpled it and clutched it tightly in his hand. “What do you have there, Kris?” you asked, your tone intrigued yet threatening. He just looked away, blushing, and said, “Is it any of your business?” It had sounded silly because the note was for her, but he'd said it without thinking.