Letter after letter, he poked them through her locker. Each day he wrote a letter, and each day he slipped them into the small slots in her locker.
He's been doing this since the beginning of his second year. He was a third year now.
And he was just a tiny star to never be noticed. He'd sparkle once in a while, but against a star- like his friend, Oikawa Tooru- he never stood a chance.
So he'd wait. He'd spend a thousand years waiting for her to notice him. After all, his mom always told him that all stars will be noticed eventually.
So, he'll wait.
He'll wait for her to notice that he was the one writing the letters. He'll wait for her to notice his stares. He'll wait for her to know it's her he's in love with.
He'll wait for a letter back, telling him that it's him she's in love with.
Not Oikawa. But him.
He's willing to wait. Always.
