Shuichi, kokichi, ryoma, celeste, and miu w/ a fem!crush leaving them a rose and anonymous confession? Its your choice if they catch her or not!!
Okay, so I completely misreadRyoma as ‘Rantaro’ at first and I didn’t realize it until I had alreadywritten Rantaro’s section. I don’t want my work, effort, or time to go to wasteso I decided to include him as a bonus and I hope that’s okay! My fellowRantaro-stans should appreciate it, lol. My bad!And, I decided to have them catch the S/O for some good old, sweet fluff.Enjoy! :)
Saihara Shuichi, Ouma Kokichi,Ryoma Hoshi, Celestia Ludenberg and Miu Iruma + Rantaro Amami with a Fem!CrushWho Leaves Them a Rose & Anonymous Confession!
You’ve had feelings for Saihara for quite some time now and alwayswanted to eventually confess, but something always held you back – somethingyou just can’t quite put your finger on.
It drove you absolutely mad and since you always chickened out,you decided to write him an anonymous letter instead.
You thought it would be the best way to bring up your feelings. Ifhe rejected the confession then at least he didn’t have to know it was you.
All of your closest friends supported the idea and that evening,you poured your heart over the pages in your notebook.
Tearing them out andthinking they weren’t good enough, you accumulated paper-balls until youeventually decided on a short and sweet note… straight to the point.
The following morning, you placed it on his desk whilst makingsure you were the first one to enter the Classroom. You left quickly afterwardssince it would be obvious who wrote it if you were the only one in the room.
You returned to the Classroom right before the bell, trying to actas unfazed as possible since there was a crowd around his desk now.
Saihara walked in after you; he looked a bit surprised, his eyesimmediately drawn to the vibrant red rose petals and the growing crowd. The enclosed letter sat inthe center of his desk. When he walked in, all eyes were drawn to him. Admittedly, Saihara was a little bit embarrassed. He didn’t likeall the attention placed on him, especially when some of his classmates –mainly Kokichi – started to tease him about it.
Silently, the Detective tore open the letter and pulled thenotebook paper out of it. “I’ve had feelings for you fora long time now, but I’ve been too afraid to ever say anything. This is myconfession… Shuichi.” It was signed with a heart and since hisname was included, he knew that this was no mistake – it was definitely meantfor him.
Saihara was stunned, completely taken aback. His face turned redas classmates tried peering over his shoulder and he quickly pushed the letterinto his backpack as his eyes darted around the room. He wondered who wrote itand if it was another one of Kokichi’s sinister pranks.
Regardless, he kept it close to his heart. Saihara read it overand over again, dragging his finger across the delicate words.
Something stirred within him and he needed to know who wrote it.Maybe there was a certain thrill in the fact that anyone could have written it, and Saihara didn’tnormally get love confessions like this. He wasn’t the first pick or the personthat others typically fawned over so the fact that someone went to theselengths for him sent his heart aghast.
So, he put his keen intuition and Detective skills to the test. Heanalyzed the handwriting, tried talking to his classmates, and even analyzedtheir reactions. But still, he fell short over and over again.
He sat next to you and sighed, feeling discouraged that he maynever know who his anonymous admirer was. You almost asked what was wrong,desperate to know how he felt about the letter. When he glanced over, henoticed you scribbling in the corner of your notebook.
Saihara glanced over at your handwriting, completelyunintentionally; that just happened to be where his gaze landed. He pulled outthe letter and his heart jumped into his throat. He never even consideredthat you would have written this! His friend… hiscrush. The handwriting was a perfect match, though, even the way you doodledyour hearts was the same…
You noticed his expression but didn’t think much of it; you didn’trealize that he had connected the dots at first. Now, you were both shy kidstoo afraid to make the first move, dancing around your feelings for the other.
He decided to be kind and courteous, not wanting to freak you outsince, if you were confident in your feelings then you wouldn’t have written itanonymously. So, he asked you to talk to him after Class and made up an excuse,saying he had a question about a previous assignment.
When you followed Saihara out of the Classroom, though, you frozein place after he pulled out the familiar letter. His hands were trembling abit as he meekly asked, “I hope I don’t sound stupid, I don’t want to be tooforward, but… did you write this (Y/N)?”
Your reaction must have given you away because his cheeks soonformed a deep red color. Saihara began stuttering as he fumbled with theletter. “I-I liked it! I… actually, feel the same way… if it’s yoursof course!”
He quickly bit his tongue, whilst you were dead silent. He feltthe same way? Your heart couldn’t handle it.
The way he looked right now was precious, and so handsome. All youwanted to do was cup his face in your hands and press your lips against his;but all you could muster was a wordless smile and a frantic nod.
Saihara burst into a wide smile, reciprocating your reaction.Scratching the back of his head, his blush intensified. “I’ve liked youfor awhile, I just never thought someone like you would feel the same way…”
A part of you still couldn’t believe it but you were thankful. Saihara slowly took your hand into his and raised it to his lips, eyeing you nervously. “Would you maybe want to… go out and do something sometime?” Your smile gave him all the reassurance that he needed.
While you’ve had feelings for Ouma for a very long time now,you’ve always been far too afraid to actually admit it since… let’s be honest,telling him runs the risk of either being teased relentlessly or him notbelieving you, both of which would break your heart.
You’ve gone to your friends more than once about how to bring thesubject up, and your best friend was the one to throw in the suggestion towrite an anonymous confession. Honestly, the idea was exciting and you wouldlove if someone were to do the same for you.
However, as you wrote it your courage started to disappear. Youworried that it would be too cliche or that he wouldn’t take it seriously.
After staring at your note for several minutes, you took in a deepbreath and tucked it into an envelope. You really had nothing left to lose.Granted, the rose was an extra touch that may have been a little… much, butyou wanted him to know that this wasn’t a joke.
The next morning, you slipped the letter into his locker and tapedthe single red rose onto the outside while no one was looking, and then quicklydarted away. You kept a safe distance in case Ouma suddenly appeared since youwanted to see his reaction. That’s how you would determine if you would finallyconfess in person or not.
Eventually, the short man walked towards his locker and hesitatedwhen he saw the rose taped to the outside. Tilting his head to one side, hecautiously removed it while glancing around to make sure no one was watching.
Ouma was worried that this may be a prank at first, someonegetting their revenge. The cherry on top was when he opened it and your lettercame tumbling out.
He knelt down and picked it up, slowly creasing it and pulling outthe small card. He wasn’t sure if this was real or not and almost threw theletter away, but decided to humor himself and see what whomever had to say.
“Kokichi – I’ve had feelings for you for a long, long time. I’vebeen scared to tell you, though… I’m being serious and I hope you… like me,too?”
A scoff escaped his throat and a smirk appeared on his lips. “Veryfunny, but there’s no fuckin’ way!” He said a bit loudly, causing your heart todrop. You knew he wouldn’t believe itbut at least it was anonymous so you didn’t totally make a fool out ofyourself.
But the persona that Ouma put on was only on act because on theinside, his heart was fluttering. You couldn’t see it from here, but his handstrembled with excitement. He struggled to hold back the smile forming on his lips.Someone actually liked him? God, he hoped that this wasn’t a sick prank.
You felt somewhat discouraged and trudged away silently. What youdidn’t see was Ouma clutching the letter close to his chest and breathing inthe sweet scent of the rose you left behind.
Secretly, he kept the two items. He put the rose in a vase when hegot home and spent hours staring at the letter, trying to figure out if it wasreal or not. He did have a crush on a certain girl, but there’s no way sheliked him back, right?
He became somewhat obsessed with finding out who wrote the letter.He had high hopes, but for all he knew it wasn’t even real, or it was somerandom person he couldn’t care less about. Still, the confession caused him toblush, though he would never admit how it truly made him feel.
Ouma was cunning and started asking around, mainly those in yourClass, if they had any clue who wrote it. Of course, you tried to act ascomposed as possible so he wouldn’t figure you out. You weren’t prepared forthat ridicule…
As you were walking out of your Class, your small journal slippedout of your half-open backpack. When it hit the ground, it bounced and openedslightly; Ouma was behind you. He gave you less Hell than most otherpeople, so out of kindness he leaned down and picked it up.
But this was the journal you drafted the note in, and a series ofall-too familiar words were scribbled all over the pages. To make mattersworse, his name inside of some hearts were also doodled in the corner.
A blush immediately appeared on his face. Oh, this is just yourluck.
You embarrassingly snatched the journal from his hands and startedspeed-walking towards the exit, but Ouma cut you off. He called for you andstepped in front of you, blocking your escape into the Hallway.
“Wait, you wrote that?” His voice was trembling. You of allpeople? He just couldn’t believe it, he had to be dreaming.
Your silence gave him the answer he was looking for and a smilespread across his lips. Without looking at him, you muttered, “Don’t makefun of me, please. Just forget about it.”
“Forget?! How could I forget?” Ouma almost laughed, “that wasthe sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me!”
You perked up, hoping that this wasn’t a prank. But he lookedgenuine, like a kid in a candy store. His eyes were bright and nearlysparkled. “To be honest, I’ve liked you for a long time, too…”
Your breath caught in your throat and you weren’t sure if you had heard him right. His expression was different, not like his usual self. Ouma looked nervous and giddy, a blush coloring his cheeks.
“You aren’t joking, right?” Your voice wobbled and his confident smirk reappeared as he lifted his pinky to you. “I promise, I wouldn’t joke about that. I feel the same way.”
Your feelings for Ryoma were very gradual and slow-moving. He wasjust a friend at first, but you soon found yourself thinking about him a lot;more often than you probably should. He filled all of your thoughts and yourealized the truth – how you’ve fallen for him.
But Ryoma was quick to dismiss any and all romantic feelings. Hedidn’t normally believe people were being honest with him when they confessedtheir romantic feelings and said how he wasn’t sure if he wanted a relationship rightnow. You weren’t very surprised, considering how his last relationship ended…
But the thoughts had been driving you mad and you’ve been itchingto confess for quite some time now. Although you knew you would likely berejected, you couldn’t hold them back any longer.
You decided the best way to do it was confessing yourfeelings through an anonymous note – that way, it would prevent an embarrassingrejection and you wouldn’t potentially risk your friendship if things wentSouth.
The rose was a secondary thought and you almost didn’t go throughwith it, afraid that it would be too much. He wasn’t the most romantic personso you thought that it would be a step over his boundaries. But, you wereanonymous so… screw it.
Ryoma was pretty open with you so he told you his lockercombination. In hindsight, this is probably what gave you away since you wereone of the few people he was this close to, and even fewer knew hiscombination… not the smartest move on your part.
After closing the door and leaving your things behind, though, yourealized that it was far too late to go back. You lingered around the area andwaited for Ryoma to approach. He noticed you as he got closer so you had toplay it off, smiling innocently as he waved you over.
Then, he nonchalantly opened the locker and when the door swungopen, his face shifted into something more… shocked and confused.
“What’s this?” He wasn’t sure how to respond, his mouth turningdry. He held the rose in his hands for a moment before retrieving the letterand staring at it. “I hope this isn’t too blunt,but I’ve had a crush on you for a long time, Ryoma. I know you aren’tthe ‘relationship’ type, I just needed to tell you before I went crazy.”
He was pretty shocked at first, his eyes widening. He then turnedto you to see if you had the same reaction and you played it off the best youcould. “Wow, that’s… nice,” you sheepishly smile, unsure of what to say that would sound convincing.
Furrowing his brows, he nods. “I guess so. There’s no name,though… I don’t know who did this.”
Trying to go along with it without giving yourself away, youshrugged your shoulders. “I’m not sure, either.” You couldn’t even lookRyoma in the eyes, nevertheless actually go along with his shock. Before youdug a hole for yourself, you waved goodbye and made up an excuse to part ways.You knew if you stayed there, you would accidentally reveal your identity ashis ‘secret’ admirer.
While you felt like you dodged a bullet, it became more clear toRyoma the more he thought about it. He was a fairly intelligent individual and after he realized thatwhoever did this had to have been able to get into his locker somehow, he wasable to narrow down his suspicions.
And based on your reactions…
No, there was no way. Ryoma has been denying his feelings for youfor months now and there was no way that this was your doing, of all things. Hewanted to figure it out, not drive himself up a wall. He tried to tell himself thathis developing crush on you was clouding his judgement but all of the signspointed to you.
Since you were one of the only people who knew his combination,you were in the area at the time, and your reaction and sudden excuse toleave… there’s only one way to find out.
The following morning, Ryoma cornered you while you were at yourlocker. As you stuffed your books inside, he lifted the letter from his pocket and leaned against the cold wall.You froze and your smile faded when you realized what you were looking at.
“You wrote this, didn’t you?” He asked. His voice was a little bitstern and you weren’t sure how to respond. You didn’t have a game plan in mindif he ever figured you out, and so quickly? He must have put a lot of thoughtinto this…
Ryoma took your silence as a confession. “What did you meanby ‘I’m not the relationship type’?” He sounded… hurt, just a little bit. That isn’t a tone you are used to, coming from him at least.
“Well, you’re always rejecting people…” You trailed off, gluing your eyes to the ground awkwardly. You felt uncomfortable, like you’ve just been hit by a train. You didn’t really want him to know that it was you but Ryoma backed you into a corner and you didn’t have any other options.
He squeezed his eyes shut momentarily, trying to collect his thoughts. “I only rejected the others because I like you.” Ugh, he hated this. He felt weak and vulnerable, and that was a feeling he despised.
But you perked up at that sentence, turning towards him with a shocked expression. “Wait, seriously? I thought you didn’t want a relationship.”
Ryoma sighed, unable to restrain his forming smile. He gently took your hand into his and his eyes flickered up to meet yours, and suddenly, you melted. “Well, I can always make an exception.”
Celestia was such a classy woman, how could you not fall for her?She had everything you loved about a woman and you wanted to confess yourfeelings, but she has turned down countless offers of dates and other people’sconfessions. Why should you think she’d treat you any differently? Sure, she sometimes laughed with you and seemed a bit brighter aroundyou…
If you were going to do this, you wanted to do it in a way thatCelestia would appreciate – a way that would make her remember you. You thoughtshe would find the anonymous confession and rose to be endearing, and youcouldn’t predict just how right you were.
You may have overthought it and spent way too long drafting yourfinal product. You kept it fairly short and sweet, nothing too over the top.After all, you didn’t want to scare her away.
Before Class, you dropped the rose and the letter on her desk andquickly exited the Classroom to make sure no one saw or suspected you. Yourheart was absolutely racing, your thoughts were anxious as you started toregret doing this. Maybe you should have just kept to yourself. What if sherejects you like everyone else?
Celestia was often one of the last people in the room and shefroze in the doorway once she spotted her desk. Her hand shot up to her mouthand her eyes widened slightly. She may not be a stranger to confessions oflove, but this was certainly new.
With a smile, she gracefully approached her desk. She bent forwardslightly and lifted the rose to her face, breathing in its scent. Then she readthe letter. “I’ve been in love with you for a long time, and I just wanted to tell you how I feel. I hope you like this.”
“Oh, how romantic~” she cooed to herself, her eyes glisteningslightly. She assumed that it would be someone in her Class so they could watchher reaction. Celestia was incredibly cunning and started to examine yourclassmates, one by one. She couldn’t place a finger on a possible author andshe took the anonymity as a challenge.
She was swooned at the gesture but wouldn’t be so quick to admithow much she liked it because, well, she didn’t want to seem impressed. Shecould play games, too, and she played a hard game, you’ll admit.
Celestia talked around, trying to pinpoint her admirer. She had connectionsand rumors started to spread, but you were the last person she suspected. Maybeher own feelings for you clouded her judgement.
It took her a long time but she figured it out. After all, she ishighly intelligent; you were dumb to think she’d never figure you out.
The next morning, she approached you, a small blush on her face. You were different.She always suspected that you had a crush on her but you never made the first move,never were as abrasive as the others. You were respectful and kind, maybethat’s why she fell for you, too. And if you were in fact the author of this note, then she admired your romantic side.
Holding the letter between her middle and forefinger, she leanedforward slightly, her shoulder pressed against the wall beside you. Celestiasuccessfully cut off your escape route so you were forced to talk to her; and itwas a bit intimidating.
“(Y/N), love,” she said slowly. Calling you ‘love’ causedyour heart to skip a beat… damn, she was gorgeous. “Did you write this?”She tilted her hand so you could see the letter tucked into the pink envelopewith the heart sticker still attached to the open slit.
Your eyebrows shot up; how did she figure you out? You startedtripping over your words and Celestia giggled, taking that asconfirmation. “Oh, I never took you as the romantic type.”
She swiftly reached into her backpack and took out the rose youbrought her. She had been keeping it in a vase at home, but brought it toschool for the extra flare; she had a flare for the dramatics, after all. Bringing it to her nose, she closed her eyes andtook a deep breath in. “I really appreciated your confession…”
Here it comes - the rejection. You squeezed your eyes and mentallyprepared yourself. Then, a tickling sensation formed under your nose. Your eyesopened wide and you saw her extending the rose to you.
“Everything you did was beautiful, I was impressed. I still am. Iwill say… I am a little bit surprised,” you sighed and finally spoke. Whenyou did, you cut her off with your voice crack.
“If you’re going to reject me, please just do it already.” Celestia’seyes widened and she took a step back. You didn’t look at her directly and yourwords caused her heart to sink. “And why would I do that?”
“Well,” you sighed heavily, “you have so many people who wantyou and you’re always rejecting them. I shouldn’t be any different.”
Then, she giggled again. You finally met her gaze and her red eyeswere twinkling, as she covered her lips with one hand and held the rose tightlywith the other. “Oh, love,” she smiles wide, “I only rejected thembecause I wanted you!”
While you’ve been meaning to tell Miu about your ever-growingfeelings for her for several months now, you’ve never been able to work up thecourage to do so. Miu is quite the eccentric woman and you were worried thatshe would either reject your feelings for her completely or make a big deal outof it.
Honestly, you weren’t sure how she would react. Any time someonemade a passing comment to her, especially a derogatory one, she was feisty andsnapped back without hesitation. Of course, your feelings were genuine and innocent. You didn’tlove her just for her looks or her body, like most others do, you wanted totake things somewhere with her…
But how were you even supposed to tell her that without Miu taking it thewrong way?
Eventually, you decided to write her an anonymous letter. If sherejected it, then at least that saved you from an embarrassing moment – though,you’d likely have to listen to her bashing ‘whoever wrote that’ since she oftencame to you to rant and vent.
The rose was just a last minute thought that you assumed would getyour feelings across and emphasize that you were being honest.
You dropped it on her desk and quickly walked back out of the room, not wanting to incriminate yourself. You filed back into the Classroom after it became somewhat full, trying to act as oblivious as possible.
Miu was often late getting to class, or just barely missing the bell. When she walked in and noticed the items on her desk, she froze in placeand her eyes widened. “Holy fuck!”
She hastily made her way to the desk and examined the rose,surprised to find that it was real. When reading the letter, her face paled. You grew more nervous bythe second.
“I’ve been meaning to tell you this, Miu, but I love you. I have for a long time.” She quickly piped up, “Who fuckin’ wrote this?!” Her tone sounded more curious thanhostile, although she did sound a bit demanding.
You slid in your seat, too afraid to speak up. You didn’t want any more attention placed on you, though Miu wouldn’t give up that easily. Her eyes scanned the room, trying to find any ‘questionable’ behavior. She quickly came up short though, and huffed in her desk, crossing her arms and slouching back down.
She was a headstrong woman though, who wouldn’t lay her arms down and give up so easily. She couldn’t say that this kind of attention was uncommon - Miu had plenty of people falling at her feet. Well, maybe not falling, but she had a fan-club.
It was mainly perverted guys, though; she assumed that one of them was responsible for this; but she never would have suspected that you were her admirer.
Miu went around asking others if they saw or knew anything. When they would feverishly deny it, she would turn on her charm and try to flirt some information out of them - but it was true, no one knew who her secret admirer was; and it drove her crazy.
She was about to give up when she confided in you. She didn’t have very many female friends, other than maybe Kaede, so she often came to the two of you to rant about her ‘girl’ problems.
“This letter is drivin’ me crazy!” She sighed as she pulled it out of her bag and stared at it woefully. Your eyes widened, surprised that she still had it.
“Y-you actually kept it?” You asked, a tinge of hope in your voice. The blonde turned to you with a cocked brow. “Uh… duh! I wanna know who wrote it! And… it was really nice,” her second sentence was spoken very quietly and quickly, averting her gaze as if she didn’t want to admit it.
And she didn’t - Miu didn’t want others to know that she was swooning. This was different than the rest. It was romantic and well thought-out - clearly not written by someone just looking to hook up or objectifying her.
Your heart was pounding relentlessly against your chest. Miu continued, “I want to thank them, and… I don’t know, depending on who it is-” She turned to you and noticed your beat-red face.
“(Y/N)? You okay?” She leaned forward to touch you and felt your trembling hands. She may not be the brightest, but she could put two and two together. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. “No way!”
You abruptly turned away, unable to face her. Your reactions clearly gave you away and all you wanted to do in this moment was disappear. “(Y/N)… you feel that way? About me?!” Miu didn’t sound angry, though. She sounded surprised, childish, and giddy.
When you finally rip your eyes from the floor and meet hers again, you see her bubbly, smiling face. She was completely over the moon.
“Y-yeah…” you muttered, hoping that this wouldn’t make things awkward. But instead, Miu had a shocking reaction.
“I fuckin’ love you, too!” She says a bit too loudly, earning some stares from your classmates. Your breath hitched and you froze - was she being serious? The two of you smiled at each other for a moment, your mouth unconsciously twisted into a grin without you realizing it.
“I really do…” This time, her voice was softer, as if she was afraid to confess. “I never thought you felt the same way.” Miu’s eyes looked away from you and down to her fumbling hands. “I’ve had feelings and never knew what to do with them, I’m so-”
“Glad you feel the same way.” You finish her sentence, earning a wide smile from the Inventor. She nodded hastily, “Yeah, exactly.”
Rantaro was definitely no stranger to love confessions – he hadplenty of people falling at his feet. Between his naturally good looks andcharm, he was definitely someone who could wrap almost anyone around his fingerif he pleased.
But he wasn’t like that and he often didn’t like receivingconfessions since he didn’t like turning people down. It always made him feellike a bit of an ass – like he felt obligated to humor them.
It just came naturally, though. It wasn’t love at first sight butrather a gradual falling – you really liked, no, loved, Rantaro. But you knew how much he disliked theattention so how were you supposed to tell him? Or should you even try?
That question drove you crazy. Kaede suggested writing an anonymous letter since she knewhim the best. “I would love it if someone did that for me!” She added whilstclutching her heart and tipping her head back.
The idea actually wasn’t bad at all. She helped you write the confession, and having a support system behind you helped immensely.
Kaede did your dirty work and left the note in his locker, tapingthe rose to the outside of it. She scampered away and left you behind, flashingyou a thumbs up as you waited anxiously nearby.
And the wait killed you; you paced and glanced around nervouslyuntil a certain green-haired man started walking towards his locker. Your heartraced and hands shook as he stared at the door curiously.
The rose caught his attention and a small laugh escaped histhroat. He looked it it quizzically, leaning forward to smell it. Rantaro’seyebrows jumped when he realized that it was real, so he was extra careful whentaking it down to make sure he didn’t ruin it.
While still holding the rose in one hand, he put in hiscombination and the letter came tumbling out. Rantaro bent down slightly topick it up and sighed when he saw the heart drawn on the front.
He thought it was just another love letter and wondered who itcould be from this time, but he felt some slight discomfort when noticing thatit had no signature. “That’s strange,” he thought to himself. They normally includedtheir name in hopes that he would return the feelings so an anonymous letterwas definitely new. Whoever wrote this was different from the rest and Rantarowas intrigued.
His curiosity became unbearable. He twirled on his heels, stilleyeing the letter, when his gaze flickered up and saw you standing not too faraway. A dashing smile appeared on his lips, causing you to melt. “Hey, (Y/N)! Did you see whoput this in my locker?”
Nope, not a clue… you frantically shake your head. “Why?” You ask.
“I’m… interested. People don’t normally goto such great lengths, even for me. I know this isn’t the first time this hashappened but this is the first anonymous one, and something about it seems…different. Dare I say special?” Your heart fluttered at the kind, reciprocated words. “Well, I’m sorry, I have no clue,” then, you quickly excused yourself.
He did think the note was classy and the rose was a nice touch, it caused his inner hopeless romantic to flare. But your reaction was peculiar and out of character, though Rantaro wouldn’t think about it too much.
Your mind poured over the interaction. Kaede went crazy when you told her, begging you to tell him the truth. “He liked it! You should tell him!”
Rantaro wasn’t dumb, though. After your interaction, he approachedKaede and started to question her. He couldn’t seem to shake you out of his head. The way you carried yourself, your behavior and sudden departure, and the fact that you looked lost while lingering in that area - a part of school you didn’t normally walk through. It was all pretty strange but Kaede shrugged her shoulders, restraining herself from telling him.
“Nope, noidea who wrote it!” She chimes unconvincingly. Hm, that sounded familiar…
Nothing could slip by him, and he quickly put two and two together. Rantaro’s presence at the end of the daycaught you off-guard and caused you to jump. A chuckle escaped his throat andhe flashed you that smile that made your heart soar.
“So, did you write this?” He asked rather bluntly. You almost choked on air when he asked, ripping your face away from him so he wouldn’t see your blush. Your mind went blank and all you could do was stutter.
“I thought it was romantic and classy, I liked it, truly,” Rantaro hesitated and then used one finger to turn your chin back towards him.
Then, he leaned in, effectively narrowing the gap. You could feel his breath against your skin and your face grew hot. You wordlessly nodded, sheepishly admitting your identity. Then, a proud smile formed on his lips.
“I knew it,” he says, his face still inches away from yours. He had little to no reaction, though his cheeks were turning pink as well. “If we’re confessing then, well, I’ve felt the same way about you for awhile.”
You took a wobbly step back, finally tearing yourself away from his gaze. You could clearly see how red his face was turning now as his usual calm and collected charm disappeared. Rantaro scratched his head nervously, “I’ve never felt nervous around someone before, so I never knew how to say it. Glad I didn’t have to make the first move.”
He winked, and you felt the corners of your mouth tug into a smile.
