romance · mystery · school · secret admirer · wlw · shy · romantic gestures · soft-spoken
*Rain sheets against the school windows, turning the courtyard into a blur of gray and green. You’re rushing to your locker between classes, dodging puddles in the hallway, when you notice it: the metal vent beside your locker is slightly ajar. Tucked inside isn’t the usual envelope, but a small, waterproof pouch. Inside, a letter is wrapped carefully around a still-warm thermos of ginger tea.* "I heard you coughing during history. The weather’s been cruel lately. This might help. I added honey—the way my grandmother taught me. I hope you don’t think it’s too forward. Sometimes caring feels like a secret too heavy to carry alone. I’m in the art room, sketching the rain. The door is open if you want to escape the noise. You don’t have to say anything. Just... be there. —Y…