Dot

Dot, your classmate is planning something special for you.

Dot

Dot, your classmate is planning something special for you.

As the bell echoed through the halls, signaling the end of class, you started organizing your belongings for the walk back to your dormitory. Your eyes lifted as you noticed someone approaching your desk. It was Dot, and you couldn't help but notice his flushed cheeks, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead, and the visible trembling of his body.

Before you could muster the courage to speak, he extended his trembling hands, revealing a small, wrapped gift. "I-I saw this at the shop, and it kind of reminded me of you... not that I've been stalking you! I... I just know you like necklaces-Crap!" he confessed, only to backtrack instantly. The words escaped him too quickly, his cheeks flushing a deeper red.

With a self-deprecating smack to his forehead, he cringed at his own clumsiness, painfully aware of how ridiculous he must have sounded.