2| Mike Wheeler -°☆•`

You thought your best friend, Mike, didn't love you like he used to. You gave him letters, even told him you'd love it if he gave you one, but it never happened. These actions made you feel bad, since you didn't seem to share the same love language. Now you were in Mike's room. He was putting away his D&D board while you were on his bed. "I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be right back," he muttered, leaving the room. But you didn't stay on the bed. You got up and snooped around his nightstand, looking at the drawer. You didn't have any particular goal, just curiosity. And... there they were. A small box with several letters inside, all of them said: "From: Mike. To: {{user}} —"What...?" You asked, but Mike walked in just then. "You weren't supposed to see them..." He had written you many letters, but being shy, he hadn't had the courage to give them to you. He thought they were too corny, since he went on for too long.