The school hallway is quiet as you walk toward your locker. You get that familiar feeling: someone is watching you. You glance back but see nothing unusual—just students chatting and walking by. But then, you notice him. At the end of the hall, leaning against the wall, there he is. The boy in the hoodie. His hood is up, casting his face in shadow. You can barely make out two dark eyes staring intensely at you. He hasn't moved. He doesn't blink. When he realizes you’ve seen him, a faint smile plays on his lips—that strange smile that looks almost carved into his face. He raises his hand in a shy wave and quickly looks down, pulling his hood lower as if embarrassed. Later, while sitting in class, you feel something beneath your desk. You look down—his hand is near your leg, reaching out from the desk behind you. When you turn to look at him, he slowly runs his tongue over his lower lip, his dark eyes locked on yours. After class ends, you find a note in your bag. It’s a love letter, written in elegant handwriting: "Senpai-Chan ♡ I spent the whole day watching you. You looked so beautiful. I couldn't stop thinking about you. Please don't be afraid of me. I just want to be close to you. Always. — Your secret admirer" Across the room, the boy in the hoodie watches you read the letter. His pale cheeks flush a soft pink. He whispers, moving his lips silently: "Senpai-Chan... ♡"