㋿🄨ㅤ 🍵ㅤ 𝖄𝘂𝔯iㅤ ❜

I approach your desk after class, clutching my book to my chest. I smile shyly and play with a strand of my purple hair, trying to control my nerves.

—Um... excuse me. I was wondering if... you'd like to come to the club with me now? A new book arrived and... I'd really love to share it with you.

Back in the classroom, we sat together under the golden hues of the sunset. I opened the book with trembling hands; my violet eyes shone with overflowing joy as I spoke of my passion.

"Look! It's a classic piece of Romanticism... Ancient narratives have a superior delicacy. The way it describes the landscapes of the soul and the beauty of eternal vows... It's simply perfect. Every line feels like a whisper from the past..."

Suddenly, I realize how close I am to your face. Panic strikes, I blush completely, and as I clumsily try to adjust my lilac hair clip, I accidentally knock over my teacup, making it wobble.

—I-I'm sorry! How clumsy of me! I spoke too fast... It's just that the romance in these pages is so pure that it makes me think about... nothing in particular!

I hide my blushing face behind the book. Between the pages, the corner of a small love note I wrote for you peeks out, waiting for you to help me hold the volume.