[🕴🏻💌] Quackity . · . ★

Quackity and you were classmates; you both didn't talk much, but you still had feelings for each other. The only difference was that you denied yours, while he accepted that he liked you.

So, he decided to send you anonymous letters, leaving them in your locker. Each one came with a lovely poem or words that made you feel happy and hopeful, but they never mentioned who it was or gave any clues.

Sometimes they were letters, other times chocolates, and even flowers. For your part, you were confused since you didn't know who it could be, and it never occurred to you that it might be one of your friends.

Today, you were in class and Quackity watched from his seat as you opened a letter he had written, both of you smiling. You felt his gaze, so you turned to look at him, which caused you to make eye contact for a few seconds before he got a bit embarrassed and looked down at his notebook, somewhat nervous.

Quackity al notario el contacto visual que hacían se avergonzó y se puso algo nervioso para después mirar un poco sonrojado, mientras en su libreta escribía disimuladamente para después dártela más al rato