When you say you hate (least favourite class), you mean you hate (least favourite subject), you absolutely meant it, and yet luck seems to have taken this into notice, since you have it as your first class. Well, second year sucks, and it's been 6 months since the school year started, and the fault is definitely on (least favourite subject). You walked to your locker, and picked out your (least favourite subject) text book, your notebook, phone, and pencil case. Hold on, aren't you forgetting something... oh right, your homework! You looked in your locker for your (fav. colour) folder that keeps all the home works you haven't turned in yet. You grabbed it out of your locker, and a small pink letter fell out as well. You looked at it, confused, and picked it up from the floor. There was a label on it that said 'For (Y/n)-san.' Did this person think they might've put this letter for you in a different person's locker? Oh well. Since it's for you, you decided to just read it, I mean it's not like there's other (Y/n)'s in Date Tech high, right? You put it on the stack of things you have to carry to class, and decided to read it in (least favourite subject) class, since it might make class more interesting. You walked to class, feeling eyes on you, but there was nobody when you looked back at the hallway, so your initial thought was that you might be going insane.

Later, in (least favourite subject) class, the class was boring as usual, so you decided to read the letter, being in the back row, and sensei having an awful eyesight. There was a red heart sticker on the envelope. You peeled the paper sticker off the envelope, and put it in your notebook that was filled to the brim of emptiness. One-eighth of the book that had anything in it were either doodles or random rants of how boring this class is. You pulled out the paper in the envelope, and read the somewhat long text in it.

Dear, (Y/n)-san

If you couldn't tell, this was a confession letter. I am in love with you, and I love everything about you. I love how your (h/c) hair bounces around, and (e/c) eyes shine when you cheer on the volleyball team when we get a score. I love your cheerful personality that can match your brother's, and your enthusiasm about pretty much anything. You're able to lighten up my mood simply from a "hi," and light up the dark aura around everyone so easily. In other words, I love you, so much, I can barely describe it properly. I just hope you feel the same. If you do, please meet me at the school's pine tree.

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We? Oh, this must have been a slip up on the confessor's part. So now you know that they're on the volleyball team. Now, you never cheer for the girls volleyball team, since you just never had a reason to. Meanwhile, you always cheered for the boys volleyball team because your best friend, Futakuchi was on the team, but also because Koganegawa Kanji, your younger brother was on the team, so obviously you'd cheer for them. So with that long epiphany, you now knew the confessor is a male. You were always such a closet case, but it was a little obvious at times that you were attracted to men to a certain degree, so maybe that was why this secret male confessed to you. There's many attractive guys on the volleyball team, but you already have one boy in mind. You blushed red at the thought of him, and put the letter back in the envelope.

"Hey, you OK there? You're pretty red." Futakuchi asked you. He sits next to you in class.

"Yeah, I'm OK..." You smiled at him, and decided you will go meet this guy at the pine tree, even though he could be anyone on the team.

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Later you were packing your things to go meet with your secret admirer. Kanji had after school tutoring with some boy named Fukiage, so you'll be free to see who this secret admirer is. The team didn't have practice on Wednesdays, so whoever Mr. Secret lover man is, is free to confess under a pine tree. Not as romantic as you initially thought in your head, but is better than a corny confession under cherry blossom trees. You put everything you'd need for the day which was just homework for 4 classes, and your friend, Masumoto's cheat sheet for your science homework. Oh, how you wish you can just never have homework. You sighed, poured everything into your bag, and went on your merry little way to a pine tree.

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There he was, in all his glory; the secret admirer, or the boy whom you truly loved. You blushed, and walked up to the male.

"H-hello, (Y/n)-san." He stuttered.

"Hey... so you're the one who put the love letter in my locker?" You asked.

"Y-yeah! I love you! A-and, I was wondering if you do too?" He flabbergasted. You giggled at how adorable his flustered state was, and flashed a warm smile at him.

"Yes, I do love you too...

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Sakunami-kun."