Summary: For the first 14 days of February, Cyrus receives a small gift from his secret admirer. With the Valentine’s Day Dance coming up, will his secret admirer reveal himself and have the night of his dreams?
This is my Valentine’s Day Exchange Gift for @tyrus-endgayme-confirmed ! I hope you like it!
Ships: Tyrus, Minor Ambi, Minor Muffy
TJ grabbed the towel from out of his bag, wiping off the sweat that had accumulated during practice. A few of his teammates clapped him on the back on their way out, and soon it was just him and Marty in the locker room.
“You played great today, man,” Marty said, taking a seat on the bench and unscrewing his water bottle, “we’re gonna crush the Raptors when we play them,”
“I hope so,” he mumbled, digging into his bag for a piece of paper; not just any piece of paper, but the piece of paper. “Can you do me a favor?” he asked, folding up the paper neatly.
“Hm, depends, what am I getting out of it?” Marty challenged, capping his bottle and stuffing it into his duffel bag.
“The satisfaction that you’re helping a friend of yours with a love related issue?”
Marty perked right up, hopping over and slapping TJ’s arm repeatedly. “Oooh, TJ’s got the hots for someone,” he crooned, smiling mischievously.
“Shut up,” he muttered, pushing him aside and handing him the piece of paper, “just tape this up on locker 143,”
“Wait, that’s Cyrus’ locker,” he sputtered, earning an unenthusiastic glare from TJ.
“Good catch, dude. Glad to know you’re not totally clueless,” he said, patting him on the shoulder, “just go pin it up. I’m picking him up from school today and I want him to see it before we leave,”
“TJ and Cyrus, sittin’ in a tree, K-I-”
“Finish that rhyme and I’ll bench you for the season!” he called, heading towards his locker. Marty pulled his lips into a small smile, sneaking out the back door of the locker room and jogging down the hallway. It was mostly empty, save for a teacher or two, and the cleaning crew that came every night. He peered around, not wanting to be caught, and haphazardly stuck the note on Cyrus’ locker, ducking out of sight as quick as he could.
“I’m telling you, my answer was right,” Cyrus huffed, clutching his biology textbook to his chest, “she just didn’t want to go back and check because she didn’t want to admit that I was right,”
TJ chuckled, shaking his head. “I can’t imagine Ms. Wingood being that petty,” he replied, as the two of them stopped by Cyrus’ locker for him to drop off his stuff. Sure enough, there was a small scrap of notebook paper, folded in the shape of a heart on his locker.
“Must be the wrong locker,” Cyrus mumbled, ripping it off and opening it up to read it.
I think you’re one of the most beautiful people in the world, Cyrus.
Cyrus stared, dumbfounded. That was his name on the note. His name. This wasn’t a mistake. “What the…?” he trailed softly, running his fingers delicately along the writing.
“Someone’s clearly smitten with you,” TJ teased, trying to contain his amusement.
“Or it’s just some dumbass prank,” Cyrus corrected, exchanging his biology book for his english ones, and dropping them into his bag, “you’re driving me home, right?”
TJ nodded, starting towards the parking lot. “Just like I said I would, Underdog,” he commented, unlocking his car with the click of a button.
“I’ve got to tell Buffy about this,” he started, snapping a picture and quickly texting it to her.
And if TJ nearly hit a bush on the way out because he was too busy staring at Cyrus, nobody made a comment.
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