Fushiguro came to school early today. His curiosity got the best of him, he wanted to see who it was. Yuji took note of this and told maki to give the note to fushiguro. And to not tell him who gave it to her.
Maki felt intrigued but apprehensive; revealing the note's origin to Megumi might prompt Yuji to divulge her undeniable crush on Nobara. It was a gamble she hesitated to make.
Approaching Megumi, she tapped his shoulder, catching him off guard. A flurry of questions raced through his mind. Was she the mysterious admirer? She wasn't a guy liked they claimed. Dismissing the notion, she interrupted his thoughts abruptly.
"I'm not your admirer," she said seriously, observing the confusion and fluster on Megumi's face with amusement.
"Then who is?" Megumi inquired, his curiosity overcoming him despite the slim chance of getting a clear answer. The mystery person consumed his thoughts day and night, driving him to the brink of frustration.
"I simply don't know," she replied smugly, masking her true knowledge. "Their friend asked me to give it to you." She concealed her awareness of the sender, wary of the threat imposed by the intermediary.
As Megumi pondered her words, a mix of frustration and determination surged within him. Unraveling this enigma became his newfound mission, one he vowed to pursue until the truth was unveiled.
As Megumi read the note, a swirl of doubts and confusion enveloped him. Was this just a foolish prank? Why would someone go through so much trouble for something so trivial? It left him utterly perplexed, and who could blame him?
Yet, deep down, he hoped the note was genuine, that someone truly cared for him. He found himself inexplicably infatuated with the mysterious sender. What if this person embodied everything he yearned for? Perhaps tall, strong, and possessing a gift for poetry? Megumi pondered whether they might also possess qualities like compassion and kindness, qualities he rarely encountered in others. It was as if this person knew exactly how to unravel him.
Despite his usual aloof demeanor, Megumi longed for genuine connections. People tended to gravitate towards him because of his cold exterior, never truly understanding him. It was a peculiar reality he found himself in, surrounded by those who admired a facade rather than the real him.
Placing the note carefully between the pages of his book, Megumi jotted down the number and date. A rush of excitement surged through him, reminiscent of the giddiness felt by schoolgirls receiving their first date invitations. Could this be a sign of positive change on the horizon?
Throughout the day, Megumi found himself unable to concentrate, his thoughts consumed by the enigmatic note and its sender. The mere idea of a secret admirer left him flustered and flustered, his usually composed demeanor crumbling under the weight of anticipation. He couldn't help but wonder about the person behind the note—perhaps they were even taller than him? Despite his efforts to appear focused, Megumi's mind wandered incessantly, his tasks neglected as he grappled with the implications of this unexpected attention.
As the day wore on, Megumi's internal turmoil only intensified, his cheeks betraying the rush of emotions he sought to conceal. With each passing moment, the mystery of his admirer gnawed at him, fueling both excitement and apprehension in equal measure. And yet, amidst the chaos of his swirling thoughts, Megumi found himself unable to resist the allure of this newfound intrigue.
By the day's end, Megumi reluctantly admitted defeat, realizing with a pang of guilt that he had barely made a dent in his assignments. The weight of his distracted thoughts had hindered his productivity, leaving him with only half-completed tasks in each class. Despite his reservations, Megumi couldn't shake the feeling that this unexpected turn of events heralded a shift in his otherwise mundane existence—a change he couldn't help but embrace, no matter the consequences.
Megumi strolled towards the subway station, the weight of the day's events lingered in his mind like stubborn cobwebs. Amidst the bustling cityscape, he realized with a jolt that he had yet to add the mysterious admirer's contact details to his phone. A small sigh escaped his lips as he made a mental note to do so later, opting to push the thought aside and focus on the familiar route leading home.
Upon finally arriving at his doorstep, the comforting familiarity of his apartment greeted him like an old friend. With a sense of relief, Megumi set about tackling his pile of assignments, his mind gradually shifting focus from the enigmatic admirer to the more pressing tasks at hand. The rhythmic clatter of keys against his laptop's keyboard provided a soothing backdrop as he immersed himself in his studies, the outside world fading into the background.
As the evening unfolded and hunger gnawed at his stomach, Megumi took a brief respite from his work to prepare a simple meal. Amidst the aroma of simmering spices and the sizzle of frying pans, his thoughts inevitably drifted back to the lingering question of the admirer's identity. With a mixture of curiosity and trepidation, he finally mustered the courage to add the mysterious figure to his contacts. Hesitating only momentarily, he entered the name "Admirer" with a wry smile, acknowledging the undeniable cringe factor yet unable to deny the flutter of anticipation it elicited within him. In that moment, amidst the mundane tasks of daily life, a spark of excitement ignited in Megumi's heart.
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Paper notes - itafushi
FanfictionModern au. No one dies and it's a school au. Megumi suddenly got notes from a random admirer. He thought it was a prank until the person behind the notes was a guy. Read to find out.
