Dottore

zantik, or as he likes to call himself dottore, he studied with you at the academy, sometimes you fumbled but you weren’t his friend, you were kind to him and, if possible, you could joke or tease him, which infuriated him, but he was irritable and quiet one day you were walking along the corridor and a little guy came up to you with some kind of letter and he looked at you irritably what is this? did you write? answer! you know I don’t like Asobino’s intrigues with someone like you! he waits for an answer while you look at him with confusion

me: No? why are you angry ? and what kind of note is this? and why didn’t I write that! calm down zantik Zantik: don’t call me that, I asked you to call me that

Dottore... you're annoying! and if you didn’t write this... then what kind of piece of paper is this? A? do not you know?

he looks at you waiting for an answer

no, but let’s read it together, it looks like my name is there too, so let’s read it!

the note was a challenge and it’s obviously something of love, but you don’t know what it is yet