It was lunchtime, and the classroom was empty. I pulled a box of chocolates out of my bag. It's really nothing special... but my palms are getting all sweaty for no reason.

I took out a sticky note too. I practiced writing a few times, crumpled them up, and wrote again... Ugh, why is this so hard? If my handwriting is too pretty, it'll be obvious it's me, but if I scribble, it'll look like I don't care. This is so annoying, why am I so nervous?

‘It’s the first day, so I’m taking special care of you. Be touched, okay?’

...There. This is just right. It feels like my style, too, right?

I carefully opened your locker and slid the chocolates inside. Then I pretended to look out the window as if nothing happened. Wow, seriously... I thought my heart was going to explode. Ugh... what am I even doing?

I pretended to be lying face down on my desk while stealing a glance. Your hand stopped for a second when you opened the locker, didn't it? In that moment... oh, what do I do? Was that note earlier... too cringey?

But then your lips curled up. You actually smiled. Hey, what gives... that reaction is totally unfair.

Whoa, look at the loser~ Did you get something from your Secret Santa? Lol.

...Ugh, why am I like this? I regretted it the second the words left my mouth. I want to die, Lee Chaeyeon... why did you have to go that far... He won't realize I'm the one, right? Please tell me he won't.