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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.“I really like you, Leon.”These words spilled from the lips of a young girl atop the school building during the Valentine's event. In the midst of the activities, this moment held paramount importance for the girl as she confessed her feelings to Leonel Grey Montero, known simply as Leon.Some people believed that confessing on the rooftop of a school building during a Valentine's event increased the chances of success, but for this young boy, it wasn't so. With a soft smile, he met the girl's gaze, expressing gratitude for her courage in laying bare her feelings. "Thank you for finding the strength to confess your true feelings to me. I genuinely appreciate it."The girl's hopeful expression faltered, and before she could finish her sentence, Leon gently interjected, "But

Leonel Grey Montero"Leon!" I heard an older woman's voice from the kitchen, sounding like my mom."Yeah?" I replied."Can you pick up your little sister from school before you go?" she asked."Sure, but why me?""I'm kinda busy preparing lunch before she gets back home," she explained, busy as always.The good thing is I have afternoon classes while my little sister goes in the morning. At least our schedules don't clash. I headed out wearing casual clothes to fetch my little sister from school.It's usually just me, my little sister, and my mom at home since my dad often comes back late from work. But sometimes he makes up for it by spending time with us when he can.Walking down the street, I caught sight of a glass mirror in a store, causing me to pause for a moment and take the opportunity to check my reflection.Honestly, I don't quite understand why I'm popular or why some of the girls in my school like me. I just usually have my messy black hair and don't pay much attention to

"Hey Rosie, I've been curious about your glasses for a while," Clara started the conversation while sitting beside Rosie."These?" Rosie pointed at her glasses. "What about them?""Are they prescription glasses?" Clara asked curiously."What do you think?" Rosie replied with an open response."Can I try them for a bit," Clara reached for Rosie's glasses and immediately put them on.Rosie smirked, knowing Clara would be surprised by how strong her prescription was. “Sure.”"Ow! What's this?!" Clara reacted as expected, squinting her eyes in frustration. "How strong are these prescription glasses?" she asked."It's actually 1.75," Rosie replied then laughed afterwards.“Ah figures.” Clara was about to give the glasses back when she noticed Leon glancing at them."Leon, can you come closer for a sec?" Clara requested. She immediately had an idea in her mind."Nope," he replied, anticipating Clara's intentions."Please, just this once," she pleaded, trying to make her eyes look cute to co

Leonel Grey Montero"Good morning, class," our first subject teacher greeted us as he walked to his desk at the front of the classroom."Good morning, sir," we responded in unison, standing up to greet our teacher."You may sit down," he remarked as he settled at his desk, pulling out his laptop. "First, let’s take attendance."Everyone in the class responded with a "present," raising their hands to signify their attendance. Except for one person."Is Miss Lourencia present here?" The teacher scanned the room, searching for a specific individual who was not likely to be present here."No, sir. She’s not here," a classmate replied."Ah, okay, absent," he noted.Turning to Clara’s empty desk, I couldn't help but wonder why she wasn't present in our morning class today. Her absence seemed to pique the interest of others. After all, she was that popular kind of person.The atmosphere in the classroom felt different without her. Without Clara, my school life seemed more peaceful, yet at th

Clarina Rayne Lourencia.Everything had been normal these past few days. Well... almost normal."Uh, you've got a little sauce on your cheek.""There... you kept missing it."For some reason, that moment with Leon kept replaying in my head. I didn't understand why. We've known each other for years. We've spent most of our lives together. He's my best friend, and I'm his.So why was I still thinking about something so small?Every time I remembered the way he casually wiped the sauce from my face, my heart would start acting weird all over again. It didn't make any sense.Leon was Leon. My best friend. Nothing more...right?I buried my face into my pillow and groaned. "Uhh...what's wrong with me?"After spending way too much time thinking about it, I finally finished getting ready for school. As I walked down the hallway toward our classroom, I couldn't stop myself from replaying that moment again."There... you kept missing it."I groaned quietly and shook my head. Seriously, what was