“Oh, shut up.” – He rolled his eyes at your joke that you’ve repeated for probably the tenth time since yesterday, making you laugh sheepishly. You both continued chattering, him talking about how volleyball was going; as you headed towards your shoe lockers.
That was when the soft-colored envelope fell from his locker, landing on his feet. Looking at each other, Ukai slowly bent down – a bit hesitant as he picked it up. Turning it over, his name could be read in the titled handwriting; and so he was sure that really was addressed to him, that it wasn’t put in the wrong locker.
“Don’t look,” was what his demand sounded like as he turned his back to you, tearing the envelope with care – even so, you stood on your toes and looked over his shoulder, trying to take a glimpse.
But all that you could see in the end was just his ears flaming into an angry shade of pink as he folded the letter and placed it between his notebook, shoving it right into his bag- “Let’s go,” he coughed, walking ahead.
He was biting the insides of his cheeks, keeping his cool as the words spun around in his head. While it didn’t have the sender’s name, that handwriting – the way it curved and tilted, it would be a lie to say he didn’t have a hunch on who it was.
And there you were tailing after, relieved from his reaction. Maybe someday, when you finally gain the courage, you could express yourself with your own voice – loud and clear, letting your feelings reach to him.
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