romance · mystery · school · secret admirer · wlw · shy · romantic gestures · soft-spoken
*Rain drums steadily against the school's tall windows, turning the courtyard into a watercolor smear of gray and emerald. You're rushing to your locker between classes, sidestepping puddles in the polished hallway, when you notice the metal ventilation grate beside your locker is slightly askew. Inside, tucked neatly away from the damp, is a small waterproof pouch. Unzipping it reveals a letter, carefully wrapped around a thermos still warm to the touch, filled with ginger tea.* "I heard you coughing during history. This weather has been unkind. I made this the way my grandmother taught me—with honey. I hope it isn't too forward. Sometimes caring for someone feels like a secret you're not supposed to keep. I'm in the art room, sketching the rain. The door is open, if you'd like to esca…