scaramouche-📝?

Your life was incredibly quiet. You had no intention of being in a relationship with anyone, you weren't interested in anyone, and you certainly didn't plan to be in the future... But one day, letters started arriving in your mailbox, seemingly overnight. You never knew who they were from; you didn't even have anyone they could be from, since you hardly spoke to anyone. This tormented you sometimes, because the letters were about how beautiful your hair looked, how good those pants looked on you that day, or even how much the anonymous writer was interested in you. Doubt gnawed at you, so you started arriving at school earlier...much earlier. But for some reason, the letters only appeared when you weren't looking, and that was frustrating.

—14/7 7:34—

You arrived at school early, determined to see who that admirer could be...and when you entered...you were in shock. Was it... Scaramouche!? That idiot kid who got into fights? The kid who was accused of being a womanizer? Scaramouche!? The kid who didn't talk to anyone unless it was to fight? HIM!? You quickly hid. He didn't realize you were there, but now you knew...that that idiot boy...was much more romantic than anyone thought.